Captain Richard Williams: Now listen, I get that you're all shitting the proverbial brick right now. Totally understandable. But as your commanding officer, it is incumbent upon me to raise your spirits, to give you hope. So, I want you to think about this. Many years from now, overweight men will dress up in uniforms just like you're wearing. And others will dress up like the enemy. And they will reenact the battle you are about to fight. But afterwards, they'll go out for beer and wings and talk about how you died a noble death. A noble death. Kind of tickles the balls, don't it? [chuckles] All right, any questions? [Bert raises his hand] Yes, soldier.
Bert: What exactly are we fighting for?
Captain Richard Williams: Family, country, God.
Bert: What is the enemy fighting for?
Captain Richard Williams: The wrong family, the wrong country, and the wrong god. Oh, and one last thing. We're running low on morphine, so, uh, try not to get wounded. Okay, let's go kill those bastards.

Keith: Charlie Company! Fall in! As you might have noticed, your prior commanding officer did a pretty good impersonation of Sonny Corleone at the tollbooth yesterday. Really? Never saw The Godfather? Doesn't matter. Anyway, we'll miss him. Rest in peace. Blah, blah, blah. Here's your new commanding officer, Captain Williams.
Captain Richard Williams: Thank you, Sergeant. Very moving. Men... and lady, I'm not gonna mince words. We've received intelligence that indicates we are in worse shape than yesterday.
Kripke: Yesterday was a massacre.
Captain Richard Williams: Can that talk, Soldier.
Kripke: Bwoodbath.
Captain Richard Williams: Sure, I'll give you bloodbath.