BILL GUARNERE: You Heffron?

BABE: Yeah.

GUARNERE: Where you from?

BABE: Who's askin'?

GUARNERE: You from Philadelphia?

BABE: South Philly, yeah.

GUARNERE: Ah,

I can tell.

17th Street.

BABE: [ surprised ] Front Street. Hey!

GUARNERE: Come here. Sit down.

Hey, you know a guy named, uhh, Johnny Waylon?

- BABE: Yeah, I know Johnny. - GUARNERE: We used to call him Tarhead. - BABE: Yeah, Tarhead, yeah.

BABE: You know he told me he was a goddamn virgin.

RALPH SPINA: Who?

BABE: The replacement in my foxhole, Julian.

SPINA: Yeah?

BABE: Goddamn virgin. Just a kid.

SPINA: The only virgin I know is the Virgin Mary.

BABE: [ chuckles ]

SPINA: Hey Babe? Where the hell are we?

BABE: This way.

SPINA: I don't like it.

BABE: Where the hell's 3rd Battalion?

- [ twigs snap ] - SPINA: Shit! [ laughs ] Come on!

MAN: Hinkle... [ speaking German ]

- SPINA: [ whispers ] Come on. - MAN: Hinkle! - SPINA: [ whispers ] Gimme your hand.

- BABE: Go! Go! - MAN: [ speaking German ]

[ gunshot ]

- BABE: Come on, Spina! Move! - SPINA: I'm moving! I'm moving!

BABE: Come on! Come on! Go!

BERNARD "DOC" RYAN: We can spare a few bandages, but that's it.

No morphine.

You have to go back to Bastogne for plasma.

BABE: Bastogne? It took us an hour to find you.

MEDIC: Doesn't your surgeon have plasma?

SPINA: We don't have one. No surgeon. No aid station. Nothing.

Just me and my buddy.

RYAN: Sorry, guys, but we just can't help you.

MAN: Take cover!

[ explosion ]

RYAN: Get your butts out of here! We're pulling back!

- SPINA: Come on, let's go! - BABE: Go! Go!

- BABE: Go! - SPINA: Move!

[ explosion ]

- DONALD MALARKEY: You should've shot Hinkle in the ass! - WARREN "SKIP" MUCK: And he would've shot him in the ass!

[ laughing ]

BABE: Hey. God bless ya.

[ all chattering at once ]

SKIP: I got something in my eye.

MALARKEY: Yo, these smell like my armpit.

SKIP: At least your armpit's warm.

JOE DOMINGUS: You want syrup with that?

MALARKEY: Joe, be honest. What's in these things anyway, huh?

DOMINGUS: Nothing you won't eat, Malarkey.

SKIP: I won't eat Malarkey.

- MALARKEY: [ laughs ] - JOHN JULIAN: Hey. Hey maybe Hinkle would like your share, huh?

- BABE: I should've shot him when I had the chance. - SKIP: What, running backwards, Babe?

THOMAS PEACOCK: Anybody seen Lieutenant Dike?

MALARKEY: Uhh, try battalion CP, sir.

SKIP: Try Paris.

MALARKEY: Try Hinkle.

[ laughter ]

ALEX PENKALA: [ imitating German accent ] Hinkle, sweetie! I'm home!

BABE: Hey. Hey Eugene.

Lieutenant Dike's got a full aid kit. Try him.

MALARKEY: Yeah, I'm sure he's not using his.

JULIAN: Maybe Hinkle's got a syrette for ya.

- SKIP: Eat your strudel. - MALARKEY: [ imitating German accent ] Hinkle-Vinkle eat ze armpit, huh?

EUGENE "DOC" ROE: Thank you, sir.

BABE: [ coughing ]

ROE: Heffron.

Hey, Heffron. You okay?

BABE: Gene, what is with the Heffron bullshit, huh?

You know my name. Why don't you use it?

ROE: It's Edward, right?

BABE: Edward, are you serious?

Only the goddamn nuns call me Edward.

ROE: Hey listen, I need to know whether you kept your morphine from Holland.

BABE: Naw. You asked me already, remember?

ROE: No. I don't recall.

ROE: [ taking deep breaths ]

Everything okay?

Babe?

BABE: Yeah. [ sniffles ]

ROE: Hey.

How'd you do that?

BABE: You did that.

ROE: I'll fix it up.

[ cloth rips ]

BABE: Hey, Gene.

You called me Babe.

ROE: I did?

When?

BABE: Just now.

ROE: Babe...

I guess I did.

BABE: [ chuckles ]

[ imitates Doc Roe ] Babe.

- ROE: Heffron, watch the goddamn line. - BABE: [ laughs ]