Pip Bernadott: B Wing, what's your location?
Miller: [on the radio, under heavy fire] HR department.
Pip Bernadott: And your status?
Miller: You ever been fisted up to the elbow before?
Pip Bernadott: Jaffe, I could use your expertise.
Jaffe: Hey, fuck you, man!
Pip Bernadott: Read ze room!
[over the radio, to Miller]
Pip Bernadott: So, I'm guessing you're in some shit.
Miller: I just saw a man's face get eaten! One bite, like that asshole owl with the fuckin' Tootsie Pop, man!
'Tootsie Pop' Soldier: [chuckling painfully] How many licks did it take?
Pip Bernadott: Just hold out. Ze police girl is on her way.
Miller: Sir... I'm not gonna lie to you. We're pinned here. All my men are dead or dying, and I'm runnin' out of bullets.
Pip Bernadott: [solemnly] Miller... it was an honor serving wis you.
[beat]
Miller: What the fuck?
Pip Bernadott: What?
Miller: What's that cheap shit? You're not gonna tell me to fall back or fight through?
Pip Bernadott: Well, I mean, can you?
Miller: Of fuckin' COURSE not!
Pip Bernadott: [annoyed] Well, zen why ze fuck would I say it?
Miller: It's a cliché, damn it! And a good goddamn one, at that!
Pip Bernadott: Fine, fine, whatever, okay, sure!
[he clears his throat and adopts a commanding tone]
Pip Bernadott: Don't you fucking give me zat, Miller! Fall back and make it...
Miller: [interrupting] No, no, it's-it's ruined, it's disingenuous.
Pip Bernadott: It was ALWAYS going to be disingenuous!
Miller: Well, so is what's comin' next!
[he throws down the radio and fires back at the Nazis]
Pip Bernadott: [halfheartedly] Wait, no, Miller, choose life...