Saving Private Ryan

Saving Private Ryan quotes

80 total quotes (ID: 520)

Captain John H. Miller
Corporal Timothy P. Upham
Gen. George C. Marshall
Multiple Characters
Private Daniel Jackson
Private James Francis Ryan
Sergeant Mike Horvath


Capt. Miller: Well when I think of home, I... I think of something specific. I think of my, my hammock in the backyard or my wife pruning the rosebushes in a pair of my old work gloves.
Pvt. Ryan: This, this one night, two of my brothers came and woke me up in the middle of the night. And they said they had a surprise for me. So they took me to the barn up in the loft and there was my oldest brother, Dan, with Alice, Alice Jardine. I mean, picture a girl who just took a nosedive from the ugly tree and hit every branch coming down. And... and Dan's got his shirt off and he's working on this bra and he's tryin to get it off and all of a sudden, Sean just screams out, “Danny, you're a young man! Don't do it!” And so Alice Jardine hears this and she screams and she jumps up and she tries to get running out of the barn but she's still got this shirt over her head. She goes running right into the wall and knocks herself out. So now Dan's just so mad at us. He, he starts coming after us, but... but at the same time Alice is over there unconscious. He's gotta wa... , wake her up. So he grabs her by a leg and he's drag, dragging her. At the same time he picks up a shovel. And he's going after Sean, and Sean's saying, “What are you trying to hit me for? I just did you a favor!” And so this makes Dan more angry. He tries to swing this thing, he looses the shovel, goes outta his grasp and hits a kerosene lantern. The thing explodes, the whole barn almost goes up because of this thing. That was it. That was the last, that was, Dan went off to basic the next day. That was the last night the four of us were together. That was two years ago. Tell me about your wife and those rosebushes?
Capt. Miller: No, no that one I save just for me.


Capt. Miller: Mike are you all right!?
Sgt. Horvath[After having received several shots to the back] I'm fine, I just got the wind knocked out of me.

Capt. Miller: Private, I'm afraid I have some bad news for ya. Well, there isn't any real easy way to say this, so, uh, so I'll just say it. Your brothers are dead. We have, uh, orders to come get you, 'cause you're going home.
Pvt. James Frederick Ryan: Oh, my God, my brothers are dead. I was gonna take 'em fishing when we got home. H-How did they die?
Capt. Miller: They were killed in action.
Pvt. James Frederick Ryan: No, that can't be. They're both-That...That can't be. My brothers are still in grammar school.
Capt. Miller: ..You're James Ryan?
Pvt. James Frederick Ryan: Yeah.
Capt. Miller: James Francis Ryan from Iowa?
Pvt. James Frederick Ryan: James Frederick Ryan, Minnesota.

Caparzo: What are we doing?
Horvath: What are you doing? We're gonna send you back home wrapped in an American flag with a hunk of cheese up your ass, Caparzo, you smart ass.
Reiben: I though you liked it in the ass.
Horvath: What?
Reiben: I thought you liked it in the ass.

Port sidestick, starboard side stick. Move fast and clear those murder holes.

Keep the sand out of your weapons... keep those actions clear... I'll see you on the beach.

It's like finding a needle in a stack of needles.

Sometimes I wonder if I've changed so much, my wife is even gonna recognize me whenever it is I get back to her, and how I'll ever be able to, tell about days like today. Ahh, Ryan. I don't know anything about Ryan, I don't care. The man means nothing to me; he's just a name. But if, you know, if going to Ramelle, and finding him so he can go home, if that earns me the right to get back to my wife, well then, then that's my mission.

Things have taken a turn for the surreal.

I just know that every man I kill, the farther away from home I feel.

Our objective is to win the war.

I have here a very old letter, written to a Mrs. Bixby in Boston. "Dear Madam: I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, Abraham Lincoln."

That boy is alive and we are going to send somebody to find him...and get him the hell out of there.

My dear Mrs Ryan: It's with the most profound sense of joy that I write to inform you your son, Private James Ryan, is well and, at this very moment, on his way home from European battlefields. Reports from the front indicate James did his duty in combat with great courage and steadfast dedication, even after he was informed of the tragic loss your family has suffered in this great campaign to rid the world of tyranny and oppresion. I take great pleasure in joining the Secretary of War, the men and women of the U.S. Army, and the citizens of a grateful nation in wishing you good health and many years of happiness with James at your side. Nothing, not even the safe return of a beloved son, can compensate you, or the thousands of other American families, who have suffered great loss in this tragic war. I might share with you some words which have sustained me through long, dark nights of peril, loss, and heartache. And I quote: "I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom." -Abraham Lincoln. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, George C. Marshall, General, Chief of Staff.

[Lining up a rifle shot] O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not my enemies try and fool me.