The Big Red One (1980)

Robert Carradine: Pvt. Zab - 1st Squad

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Quotes 

• Zab : [narrating]  The Bangalore Torpedo was 50' long and packed with 85 pounds of TNT and you assembled it along the way. By hand. I'd love to meet the asshole who invented it.

• Zab : [narrating]  Saving that Kraut was the final joke of the whole goddamned war. I mean we had more in common with him than all our replacements who got killed whose names we never even knew. We'd all made it through we were alive. I'm gonna dedicate my book to those who shot but didn't get shot, because it's about survivors. And surviving is the only glory in war, if you know what I mean

• [the Sergeant affixes a cloth red '1' to his uniform. The Captain is drinking from a bottle of booze] 

  The Sergeant : What do you think?

  The Captain : What the hell is it?

  The Sergeant : It's a "one". First Infantry Division. The Red One; think General Pershing will like it?

  The Captain : Oh, sure.

  The Sergeant : I got the idea from the cap of a Hun I killed.

  The Captain : When?

  The Sergeant : About an hour ago

  The Captain : Did he yell out anything?

  The Sergeant : Oh, the same old Kaiser stuff, you know, "the war's over," all that junk.

  [the Captain hands him the bottle] 

  The Captain : Finish it.

  The Sergeant : Sir?

  The Captain : Finish it. The Armistice was signed, at eleven o'clock this morning. The war's been over for four hours. You didn't know it was over.

  The Sergeant : ...*He* did.

  Zab : [narrating]  A quarter of a century later that piece of cloth from a dead Hun's hat had become famous all over the world. It was the insignia of the First Infantry Division. The Fightin' First. The Big Red One.

• Zab : [narrating]  You know how you smoke out a sniper? You send a guy out in the open and you see if he gets shot. They thought that one up at West Point.

• Zab : [narrating]  Those Sicilian women cooked us a terrific meal. I'ts too bad they were all over fifty. We were more horny than we were hungry.

• Zab : [narrating]  By now we'd come to look at all replacements as dead men who temporarily had the use of the arms and legs. The came and went so fast and so regularly that sometimes we didn't even learn their names. Truth is, after a while, we sort of avoided gettin' to know them.

• Zab : I'll be a son-of-a-bitch. My mother sold my novel to Hollywood for Humphrey Bogart and Edward G. Robinson.

  Vinci : [doing a Robinson imitation]  Hey, how much?

  Zab : For fifteen thousand bucks!

• Griff : Hey did you ever figure out what those palm trees are doing way over here in Belgium?

  Zab : Yeah, that monk had a yen for 'em.