Saving Private Ryan (1998) Poster

Tom Sizemore: Sergeant Horvath



  • Sergeant Horvath : I don't know. Part of me thinks the kid's right. He asks what he's done to deserve this. He wants to stay here, fine. Let's leave him and go home. But then another part of me thinks, what if by some miracle we stay, then actually make it out of here. Someday we might look back on this and decide that saving Private Ryan was the one decent thing we were able to pull out of this whole godawful, shitty mess. Like you said, Captain, maybe we do that, we all earn the right to go home.

  • Captain Miller : You see, when... when you end up killing one of your men, you see, you tell yourself it happened so you could save the lives of two or three or ten others. Maybe a hundred others. Do you know how many men I've lost under my command?

    Sergeant Horvath : How many?

    Captain Miller : Ninety-four. But that means I've saved the lives of ten times that many, doesn't it? Maybe even 20, right? Twenty times as many? And that's how simple it is. That's how you... that's how you rationalize making the choice between the mission and the man.

  • Lieutenant Dewindt : FUBAR.

    Private Reiben : FUBAR.

    Sergeant Horvath : FUBAR.

    Captain Miller : FUBAR

    Private Jackson : Y'all got that right.

    Corporal Upham : I looked up "fubar" in the German dictionary and there's no fubar in here.

  • Sergeant Horvath : You don't know when to shut up; you don't know HOW to shut up!

  • Captain Miller : [on Omaha Beach]  Bangalores up the line! Bagalores up the line!

    Sergeant Horvath : Heads up, bangers comin' your way.

    Private Caparzo : [a soldier's helmet is struck by a bullet and he then takes it off]  Jesus, lucky bastard.

    [the other soldier is then shot in the head and falls dead] 

  • Captain Miller : This Ryan better be worth it. He'd better go home and cure some disease or invent a longer-lasting lightbulb or something. 'Cause the truth is, I wouldn't trade 10 Ryans for one Vecchio or one Caparzo.

    Sergeant Horvath : Amen.

  • [Miller purposely draws fire] 

    Sergeant Horvath : Captain, if your mother saw you do that, she'd be very upset.

    Captain Miller : I thought *you* were my mother.

  • Sergeant Horvath : Stars.

    Lieutenant Dewindt : Yeah, Brigadier General Amend, deputy commander, 101st. Some fucking genius had the great idea of welding a couple of steel plates onto our deck to keep the general safe from ground fire. Unfortunately, they forgot to tell me about it until we were just getting airborne. Well, that's like trying to fly a freight train. OK? Gross overload. Trim characteristics all shot to hell. I nearly broke both my arms trying to keep her level. And when- and when we released, you know I cut as hard as I could, tried to gain some altitude and still keep her from stalling. We came down like a fucking meteor. And that is how we ended up. And the others, they stopped easy enough OK, though, you know? We were just-we were just too damn heavy, you know? The grass was wet, downward slope and all. 22 guys dead.

    Captain Miller : All that for a general?

    Lieutenant Dewindt : One man.

    Private Reiben : Lot of that going around.

  • Captain Miller : You and I are taking a squad over to Neuville on a public relations mission.

    Sergeant Horvath : What, you leading a squad?

    Captain Miller : Some private in the 101st lost three brothers and he's got a ticket home.

    Sergeant Horvath : How come Neuville?

    Captain Miller : Eh, they think he's up there somewhere, part of all those airborne misdrops.

    Sergeant Horvath : It's not gonna be easy finding one particular soldier in the middle of this whole goddamn war.

    Captain Miller : Like finding a needle in a stack of needles.

    Sergeant Horvath : But what about the company?

    Captain Miller : We take the pick of the litter and the rest get folded into Baker.

    Sergeant Horvath : Jesus Christ. They took away your company?

    Captain Miller : Wasn't my company, it was the Army's. So they told me, anyway. Give me Reiben on BAR, Jackson, Wade, Beasley, and Caparzo.

    Sergeant Horvath : Beasley's dead.

    Captain Miller : All right, Mellish then. We got anybody speaks French?

    Sergeant Horvath : Not that I know of.

    Captain Miller : What about Talbot?

    Sergeant Horvath : This morning.

    Captain Miller : Oh... all right. I'm gonna try to dig up another interpreter. Assemble at battalion motor pool on the beach.

    Sergeant Horvath : Yes, sir. Listen up...

    Private Caparzo : What are we gonna do?

    Sergeant Horvath : What?

    Private Caparzo : What are we gonna do?

    Sergeant Horvath : You're goin' home wrapped in an American flag with a hunk of cheese in your ass, Caparzo, you smart-ass! Now listen up...

    Private Reiben : I thought you liked it in the ass.

    Sergeant Horvath : What?

    Private Reiben : I thought you liked it in the ass!

  • Sergeant Horvath : We're in business!

  • Private Reiben : You wouldn't shoot the kraut and now you're gonna shoot me?

    Sergeant Horvath : He's better than you.

  • Captain Miller : Get your gear. Let's go.

    [Reiben stays put] 

    Sergeant Horvath : You heard him, gear up. Your captain just gave you an order.

    Private Reiben : Yeah, like the one he gave to take this machine gun. That was a real doosey, wasn't it?

    [walks over to Miller] 

    Sergeant Horvath : Soldier, you are way out of line!

    Private Reiben : Yes sir, that was one hell of a call coming to take this nest, but hell, we only lost one of our guys going for it. That's right, I hope Mama Ryan's real fuck'n happy knowing that Little Jimmy's life is a little bit more important than two of our guys! But then again we haven't found him yet have we? Have we?

  • Sergeant Horvath : What are your orders?

    Captain Miller : Sergeant, we have crossed some strange boundary here. The world has taken a turn for the surreal.

    Sergeant Horvath : Clearly, but the question still stands.

    Captain Miller : I don't know. What do you think?

    Sergeant Horvath : I don't think you want to know what I think.

    Captain Miller : No, Mike, I do.

    Sergeant Horvath : Well, part of me thinks the kid's right. What has he done to deserve this? He wants to stay here, fine, let's leave him and go home.

    Captain Miller : Yeah.

    Sergeant Horvath : But another part of me thinks what if, by some miracle, we stay, and actually make it out of here. Someday we might look back on this and decide that saving Private Ryan was one decent thing we were able to pull out of this whole godawful shitty mess. That's what I was thinking, sir. Like you said, Captain, we do that, then we all earn the right to go back home.

    Captain Miller : Oh, brother!

  • [Srgt. Horvath just got shot for the third time] 

    Captain Miller : Mike, Are you all right?

    Sergeant Horvath : I just got the wind knocked out of me. I'm fine!

  • Sergeant Horvath : Maybe I should go up the middle, sir.

    Captain Miller : The way you run? I don't think so.

    Sergeant Horvath : Maybe I should go up the left, sir.

    Captain Miller : Maybe you should shut up!

  • Sergeant Hill : THUNDER!

    Private : Flash! Come on in.

    Sergeant Hill : Hey guys, we're looking for Captain Hamill.

    Private : He's over down there, somewhere across the square.

    Sergeant Hill : Across the square?

    Private : Go easy. Watch for snipers.

    Sergeant Horvath : Take it easy. Sit down.

    Sergeant Hill : All right, Jimmy T. Go find Captain Hamill. Bring him in here.

    Jimmy T : What? Up there?

    Sergeant Hill : How the hell should I know? Would you just go look for him, please? Thank you, you moron. All right. You guys just flake out here for a while. Ohh. Let me get this goddam hitchhiker out of my boot.

    [He sits on a pile of lumber to remove his boot. A larger piece of lumber falls hard against the stone wall in the background, causing it to collapse and reveal a room of hidden German soldiers] 

  • Sergeant Horvath : This time the mission is the man.

  • Sergeant Horvath : Why don't you just hand 'em blindfolds, Captain?

    Captain Miller : All we can do here is die.

  • Captain Miller : [shouting]  Bangalores, clear the shingle.

    Private : Fire in the hole.

    Sergeant Horvath : Fire in the hole.

    Private : Fire in the hole.

    Private : [lights his bangalore] 

    Medic Wade : Fire in the hole.

    [Bangalores blow up and the barbed wire is gone] 

  • Sergeant Horvath : That's quite a view.

    Captain Miller : Yes it is. Quite a view.

  • Captain Miller : This is all? That's all that've made it?

    Sergeant Horvath : We're scattered pretty bad, sir. There's bound to be more of us.

    Captain Miller : Not enough, this is not enough.

    Sergeant Horvath : Dog One-It's got to be the cut on the right, or is it the one on the left, shit!

    Captain Miller : No, no. Vierville is to the west of us, so this is Dog One.

  • Sergeant Horvath : [On Omaha Beach]  Reuben! Hey, Reiben! Where's your BAR?

    Private Reiben : Bottom of the channel sir. The bitch tried to drown me.

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