- Gunn: They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn them. By the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them, lest we forget.
- Von Falken: Where is the Sergeant?
- Leroux: Oh, désole. I'm all they could spare. The others are having tea.
- Von Falken: Where is your officer?
- Gunn: Well, our Captain is British, sir. You know how the British are. After a little action, they like to wash up before teatime.
- Von Falken: You've come a long way, Sergeant. You Americans must have a taste for lost causes.
- Gunn: Well, with all respects, Major, I'm not the guy with a bunch of casualties lying around for the buzzards to pick.
- Von Falken: Surrender your arms and you can go free, with as much food and water as you can carry.
- Gunn: Well... I don't think so. We like it here.
- Gunn: Water for guns. One pint, for one rifle. One quart, for one mortar. Water for guns. That's the deal.
- Leroux: When have the Nazi's ever shown mercy? What we have, we keep! Try to take it if you want!
- Von Falken: You keep? You keep what? Your country? We took that easily enough. Accept my terms... or I will send you to hell.
- Leroux: [grins, then pulls his knife] Join me.