George Halley: [In the shell hole, battle raging overhead] What's a matta' kid? Ya' scared?
Lloyd Hart: Yes I am.
George Halley: [Chuckles unsympathetically] No heart, huh?
Lloyd Hart: I'm beginning to think so. At least I haven't got any heart for this. I thought this business would be over with before I got here.
George Halley: What, are you a college kid?
Lloyd Hart: I just finished law school.
Eddie Bartlett: Oh, a lawyer, huh? Can you think of anything that can get us out of this hole?
George Halley: Aw, he wouldn't if he could. He's one of them guys that cheer the loudest back home, and then when they get over here and the goin' gets tough they fold up.
Eddie Bartlett: [Annoyed] Shut up...
George Halley: I'm talkin' to him...
Eddie Bartlett: [Talking to George] And I'm talkin' to YOU. I don't like heels or big mouths. We're all scared, and why shouldn't we be? Whaddya' think they're usin' in this war, water pistols?
Eddie Bartlett: [Talking to Lloyd] You're all right, kid. I like guys who are honest with themselves. Stay that way.
Eddie Bartlett: [the shelling around them has died down] Come on. Looks like it's quieted down.
[the three men make their way out of the shell hole]

George Halley: [In the shell hole: Eddie offers a cigarette to George. He in turn takes it, and then picks out bugs that apparently infest everything] Ah, look at that. Them cooties are gettin' desperate: they're feedin' off tobacco.
Eddie Bartlett: How much can a cootie smoke?

George Halley: [Referring to The Sergeant, who rides roughshod over the men] Someday I'm gonna' catch that ape without his stripes on and I'm gonna' kick his teeth out.
Eddie Bartlett: [Mockingly looking George up and down] You must be quite a guy back home.
George Halley: [Shrugs nonchalantly] I do all right.

George Halley: [the men are taking cover in a bombed-out farmhouse, shooting at German soldiers somewhere off-screen. Lloyd takes aim at a German soldier, but hesitates, then lowers his rifle] Whatsa' matta', "Harvard," did you lose the Heine?
Lloyd Hart: No... but he looks like a kid, about 15 years old.
George Halley: -
[Aims his rifle and without any hesitation shoots the young German soldier]
George Halley: He won't be sixteen.
[Seconds later, a fellow soldier rushes in to tell them the war is over, the Armistice has been signed]

George Halley: [while running across the battlefield ablaze with an artillery barrage in progress, Eddie has just dived into a gaping shell hole for cover. He practically lands on top of another soldier who is already in the crater] Now, do you always come into a rat hole like that?
Eddie Bartlett: What do you want me to do, knock?

George Halley: [Yet another soldier has dived into the shell hole for cover] There's ten thousand shell holes around here and everybody's gotta' come divin' into this one.

George Hally: I always say, when you got a job to do, get somebody else to do it.

Panama Smith: I think you're a pretty decent guy. I like to talk to decent guys. They're hard to find.

Panama Smith: I'm sick of watching you try to put out that torch you carry for her with a lot of cheap hooch. Who does the kid look like?
Eddie Bartlett: Like her.
Panama Smith: And they got a nice house.
Eddie Bartlett: Yeah, it's a nice house if you like that kind of a house, but for me, uh, I'll take a hotel anytime. You know that.
Panama Smith: Me too. Ain't it funny how our tastes have always run the same? Ever since the first time we met. I can just picture you living in the suburbs, working in a garden, raising flowers and kids. Wouldn't that be a laugh.
Eddie Bartlett: Yeah, wouldn't I look cute?

Panama Smith: Things have been pretty tough, haven't they?
Eddie Bartlett: They could be tougher. A guy in the cell with me was talkin' about bumpin' himself off. Until I get around to that, I'm doin' all right.