Doctor: I guess you're finding the Sun kind of hard to take, after the North Atlantic.
Captain Murrell: Oh, it doesn't matter. It's always either too cold or too hot, wherever there's a war on.
Cpl. Allison, USMC: You're alone here?
Sister Angela: God has been with me.
Taketori Washizu: I am terribly drunk.
Colonel Nicholson: We can teach these barbarians a lesson in Western methods and efficiency that will put them to shame. We'll show them what the British soldier is capable of doing.
General Mireau: I can't understand these armchair officers, fellas trying to fight a war from behind a desk, waving papers at the enemy, worrying about whether a mouse is gonna run up their pants leg.
Colonel Dax: I don't know, General. If I had the choice between mice and Mausers, I think I'd take the mice every time.
The Colonel: Son.