- Pvt. Daniels: [about Pierson] If we brought him Hitler's head on a silver platter, he'd complain about the shine.
- Lt. Turner: How many casualties?
- Sgt. Pierson: We executed the mission.
- Lt. Turner: How many?
- Sgt. Pierson: Our instructions were to take this hill!
- Lt. Turner: You should've waited for us!
- Sgt. Pierson: There wasn't time.
- Lt. Turner: What about our men?
- Sgt. Pierson: We had orders!
- Lt. Turner: [punches Pierson] To hell with our goddamn orders!
- Sgt. Pierson: You think I wanted any of this? Huh? We are cogs in the machine, Joseph. We start going our own way, the whole thing breaks down. When did you forget that?
- Lt. Turner: These are men! Our men! When did you forget?
- Heinrich: But there is one thing of which I am certain, watching your son flail as he drowned underneath my boot gave me the greatest pleasure of all. Rousseau!
- [throws Rousseau down and chokes her]
- Rousseau: [Grabs broken bottle, stabs Heindrich in the left flank, pushes him off, stabs him in his chest] This is for my comrades.
- [stabs him in his stomach]
- Rousseau: This is for my son.
- [stabs him in his neck]
- Rousseau: This is for me. Vive la résistance.