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.