Captain Miller: [Approaching the beach] Port side stick, starboard side stick, move fast and clear those murder holes. Sergeant Horvath: I wanna see plenty of beach between men. Five men is a juicy opportunity, one man's a waste of ammo. Captain Miller: Keep the sand out of your weapons, keep those actions clear. I'll see you on the beach.
Private Reiben: Well, maybe not the captain, but the rest of us got mothers. Upham: "Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die." Mellish: La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Corporal, huh? We're all supposed to die, is that it? Captain Miller: Upham's talking about our duty as soldiers. Upham: Yes, sir. Captain Miller: We all have orders, and we have to follow 'em. That supersedes everything, including your mothers. Upham: Yes, sir. Thank you sir. Private Reiben: Even if you think the mission's FUBAR, sir? Captain Miller: *Especially* if you think the mission's FUBAR.