- Maj. Whitcomb: You're digging yourself in deeper with every word, McCord. Colonel Snow is dead. Killed by you and your friends, no doubt. You're wearing United States Army uniform, on a United States installation. According to the sentence of your court martial, that is also punishable by death.
- Jason McCord: Listen to me.
- Maj. Whitcomb: I'll listen to you when I'm ready. You'll face a firing squad tomorrow.
- Pvt. Tyler: I'm gonna get on that firing squad tomorrow morning if I gotta give six months' pay for it.
- Jason McCord: That's expensive target practice.
- Maj. Whitcomb: McCord, I fought my way up through the ranks, bucking fools and bungling idiots like you. I wish I'd been at Bitter Creek.
- Jason McCord: I just heard your son was there. I'm sorry.
- Maj. Whitcomb: His application to Westpoint was turned down but it took a yellowbelly like you.
- Jason McCord: Seems to me you're nursing a pretty big hatred for the Army yourself.
- Maj. Whitcomb: I hate Army mistakes. Men who make it easy, background, influence, connections in the right circles. A Westpoint man picked by the gods, coddled and bottle-fed by the Academy. Handed a commission on a silver platter.