You want your head blown off, you fancy little ****? Don't ever touch me with those ****in' rat claws.
Scenes with Pvt. Mellish
10 scenes"There's not a reason why, there's but to do and die."
La-la-la-la-la-la. What the **** is that supposed to mean, Corperal? We're all supposed to die, is that it?
Upham's talking about our duties as soldiers. We all have orders and we are to follow those orders and that supercedes everything, including your mothers.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Even if you think the misson's FUBAR, Captain?
*Especially* if you think the mission's FUBAR.
What's FUBAR?
Oh, it's German.
Never heard of it.
'm just saying, this seems like an unnecessary risk considering our objective, sir.
Our objective is to win the war.
Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. Right?
FUBAR!
You know what that song reminds me of? It reminds me of Mrs. Rachel Troubowitz and what she said to me the day I left for basic.
What, "don't touch me"?
No, Mrs. Rachel Troubowitz was our super's wife. She comes into my mom's shop to try on a few things, all right? And she's easily like a uh, a forty-four double E. These things are massive. And 've got her convinced that she's like a 42D, all right. So we're in the dressing room, she's trying to squeeze into this side-cut, silk-ribbonned, triple panel girdle with the uh, shelf-lift brassiere and it's beautiful because she's just pouring outta this thing, you know? It's beautiful. And she sees me and she can tell I got a hard-on the size of the Statue of Liberty, all right? And she says to me, "Richard, calm down." And she says, "Now when you're over there, if you see anything that upsets you, if you're ever scared, I want you to close your eyes and think of these. You understand?" So I said, "Yes, ma'am!"
Actually, the trick to falling asleep is trying to stay awake.
How's that, Wade?
Well, when my mother was an intern, she used to work late through the night... sleep through the day. So the only time we'd ever get to talk about anything is when she'd get home. So what I... I used to do, I used to lie in my bed and try to stay awake as long as I could, but it never worked, 'cause... 'cause the harder 'd try, the faster 'd fall asleep.
Yeah, well, that wouldn't have mattered none in my house. My ma, she would've come home, shook me awake, chatted me up 'til dawn. I swear, that woman was never too tired to talk.
That was probably the only time she could get a word in.
Hey, asshole! Two of our guys died trying to find you.
What were their names?
Irwin Wade and Adrian Caparzo.
Wade and..?
Caparzo.
Ask him if he's the guy who shot Wade!
It doesn't matter!
No, it does matter!
Hey! You want to get your head blown off, you fancy little ****? Don't ever **** touch me with those dirty little rat claws again. Get the **** back in formation.
I was just wondering where you're from, that's...[Mellish glares at him. Upham walks ahead to Caparzo] Uh, Caparzo, is that it?
Hey, drop dead, corporal.
Got you.
And another thing, every time you salute the captain you make him a target for the Germans. So do us a favor, don't do it. Especially when I'm standing next to him. Capisce?
Alright, capisce.
Corporal, what's your book about?
It's supposed to be about the bonds of brotherhood developed between soldiers during war.
Brotherhood? What do you know about brotherhood? Get a load of this guy, Fish. Why don't you ask the captain where he's from?
Yeah, ask the captain. He'll tell ya everything you wanna know about him.
You want to explain the math of this to me? I mean, where's the sense in risking the lives of the eight of us to save one guy?
Twenty degrees. [Speaks up] Anyone wanna answer that?
Hey, Reiben, think about the poor bastard's mother.
Hey, doc, I got a mother, you got a mother, the sarge has got a mother. Shit, I'll bet that even the Captain's got a mother. [Looks at Miller] Well, maybe not the Captain, but the rest of us have got mothers.
"Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die."
La-la-la-la-la-la-la. What the **** is that supposed to mean, Corporal? We're all supposed to die, is that it?
Upham's talking about our duties as soldiers. We have orders and we are to follow those orders, and that supersedes everything, including our mothers.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Even if you think the mission's FUBAR, Captain?
Especially if you think the mission's FUBAR.
What's FUBAR?
Oh, it's German.
Never heard of it.
Sir, I have an opinion on this matter.
Well, by all means, share it with the squad.
Well, from my way of thinking, sir, this entire mission is a serious misallocation of valuable military resources.
Yeah, go on.
Well, it seems to me, sir, that God gave me a special gift. Made me a fine instrument of warfare.
Reiben, now pay attention. THIS is the way to gripe. Continue Jackson.
Well, what I mean by that, sir, is if you's to put me and this here sniper rifle, anywhere up to and including one mile of Adolf Hitler with a clear line of sight, sir, pack your bags fellas, war's over. Amen.
Oh, that's brilliant, bumpkin. [At Miller] Say Captain, you don't gripe at all?
I don't gripe to you, Reiben. I'm a Captain. We have a chain of command. Gripes go up, not down. Always up. You gripe to me, I gripe to my superior officer, and so on and so on and so on. I don't gripe to you. I don't gripe in front of you. You should know that, as a Ranger.
Well, I'm sorry, sir, but let's say you weren't a Captain, or maybe I was a Major. What would you say then?
Ah, well, in that case, I'd say this is an excellent mission, sir, with an extremely valuable objective, sir, worthy of my best efforts, sir. Moreover, I feel heartfelt sorrow for the mother of Private James Ryan and am willing to lay down my life, and the lives of my men — especially you, Reiben — to ease her suffering.
He's good.
I love him.
How was the road in?
Scenic. We lost most of our ammo.
Not to mention one of our men.
Lieutenant, redeploy that bazooka to the other side of the road!
Yes, sir!
And get Ryan up here.
Ryan! Ryan! Front and center! Ryan!
Here comes our boy. [Ryan runs past Reiben. At Horvath.] Told ya he was an asshole.
Sir, Private Ryan, reporting as ordered, sir!
At ease. Captain Miller 2nd Rangers wants a word with you.
This way. [Miller stops and sits on a rock] Take a knee. [He does so, taking his helmet off as well. Pause] Private, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. [Pause] Well, there isn't any real easy way to say this, so, uh...I'll just say it. Your brothers are dead. [Ryan has a saddened look on his face.] We have, uh, orders to come get you 'cause you're going home. [There is a long pause]
Oh, my God, my brothers are dead. I was gonna take 'em fishing when I got home...
I'm so sorry, James.
H-How'd they die?
They were killed in action.
T-That can't be. That can't be, my brothers are still in grammar school.
You're James Ryan?
Yeah.
James Francis Ryan from Iowa?
James Frederick Ryan, Minnesota? [Hamill has a confused look on his face] W...Does that mean my brothers are okay?
Yeah, I'm sure they're fine.
Are you sure that they're okay though? How-
We're looking for a different Private Ryan. This is just a big foul-up.
