Supply Man: Hats: What size, buddy?
Breezy Jones: Seven-and-two-eighths
Supply Man: Hats: Seven-and-two-eh-uh... Seven-and-a-quarter.
Breezy Jones: Okay Sergeant York. Cease firing! Hope your nose is on tight.
Jeeper Smith: We were doing some hog callin'.
Breezy Jones: [to sergeant] And YOU walked in.
Jeeper Smith: [Boasting, to the Army induction physician] I'm a fightin' man, Doc. I'm one tough hombre. Surrender is two words that ain't in my "vocaburary."
Breezy Jones: Looks like I'm the vamp of the camp.
Singers: You mean you're the droop of the troop.