- [last lines]
- Lance: This will never be over. Not as long as there's others like me. Fugitives, in our own land. They will come for me, try to kill me. But first - they'll have to catch me.
- [first lines]
- Lance: This is 47th Quarter Master Battalion. Our depot was half way between nothin' and nowhere. And they all but forgot about us. Nothin' came in, and nothin' went out. We had nothin' better to do all day, so...
- Corky: [getting drunk] I'm a pleasant flucker. I pluck mother pheasant. I'm a pleasant mother pheasant plucker.