Desmond Doss: Please lord, help me get one more, help me get one more.
Sgt Howell: If you plan on getting wet this weekend, make sure you put on a hat. I don't want anyone coming back pissing cream.
Smitty Ryker: What, you don't want none for your coffee, Sarge?
Young Desmond: [about Tom] Why does he hate us so much?
Bertha Doss: Oh, he-he don't hate us. He hates himself... sometimes.
Desmond Doss: You want some morphine?
Sgt Howell: Hell, yes. That or a bullet.
Tom Doss: Is that truly the way it works, sir? You fight your country, you lose so much that was dear to you and then you're done with? The uniform is forgotten. You have no voice?
Tom Doss: It won't be hard, it'll be impossible. You know whatever beliefs you have in your crazy head now, they won't ever play out. It don't work that way. And if by some, I don't know, miracle chance you survive, you won't be giving no thanks to god.
Desmond Doss: I've done everything they asked me, except this one thing, and I'm being treated like a criminal just 'cause I won't kill.
Smitty Ryker: You ain't gonna to eat them?
Desmond Doss: I don't eat meat.
Smitty Ryker: Of course you don't.
