Title Card: For Lance Corporal Alfred H. Mendes, 1st Battalion King's Royal Rifle Corps, who told us the stories.
出自電影《1917：逆戰救兵》 的經典對白。
更多1917：逆戰救兵的經典對白
Colonel MacKenzie: I hoped today would be a good day. Hope is a dangerous thing.
Colonel MacKenzie: I hoped today might be a good day. Hope is a dangerous thing. That's it for now, then next week, Command will send a different message. Attack at dawn. There is only one way this war ends. Last man standing.
沒有一個寒冬不可逾越，沒有一個春天不會來臨。
Title Card: For Lance Corporal Alfred H. Mendes, 1st Battalion King's Royal Rifle Corps, who told us the stories.
Lance Corporal Blake: Bloody hell! Even their rats are bigger than ours.
Lance Corporal Schofield: Heading back home. I wonder what they saw?
General Erinmore: Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.
Title Card: For Lance Corporal Alfred H. Mendes, 1st Battalion King's Royal Rifle Corps, who told us the stories.
Lance Corporal Blake: Bloody hell! Even their rats are bigger than ours.
Lance Corporal Schofield: Heading back home. I wonder what they saw?
General Erinmore: Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.
Lance Corporal Blake: Bloody hell! Even their rats are bigger than ours.
Lance Corporal Blake: Sir, the General is sure the enemy have withdrawn. There are aerials of the new line... Lieutenant Leslie: Shut up. We've fought and died over every inch of this fucking place, now they suddenly give us miles? It's a trap. Lieutenant Leslie: But, chin up. There's a medal in it for sure. Nothing like a scrap of ribbon to cheer up a widow.
Lieutenant Leslie: Settle a bet. What day is it? Lance Corporal Schofield: Friday. Lieutenant Leslie: Friday, well, well, well. None of us were right. This idiot thought it was Tuesday.
Lance Corporal Blake: Will you write to my Mum for me? Lance Corporal Schofield: I will. Lance Corporal Blake: Tell her I wasn't scared. Lance Corporal Schofield: Anything else. Lance Corporal Blake: I love them. I wish that... I wish...
Lauri: There is nothing here. There is nothing for you. Please. Lance Corporal Schofield: Anglais. Not German. Friend. I'm a friend.
Lance Corporal Blake: You should have taken it home with you. You should have given it to your family. Men have died for that. If I've got a medal, I'd take it back home. Why didn't you just take it home? Lance Corporal Schofield: Look, its just a bit of bloody tin. It doesn't make you special. It doesn't make any difference to anyone. Lance Corporal Blake: Yes, it does. And its not just a bit of tin. Its got a ribbon on it.
Lauri: Where are the others? Lance Corporal Schofield: Others? No. Just me. No. Only me.
Lieutenant Leslie: Are you our relief? Lance Corporal Blake: No, sir. Lieutenant Leslie: Well, when the fucking hell are they due?
Lance Corporal Blake: Myrtle's having puppies. You get anything? Lance Corporal Schofield: No! Lance Corporal Blake: Oh! I'm bloody starving. Aren't you?... Thought we might get some decent grub out here. It was the only reason I decided against the Priesthood... What you got there? Lance Corporal Schofield: Ham and Bread. Lance Corporal Blake: Where did you find that? Lance Corporal Schofield: I have my uses. Here. Lance Corporal Blake: Ugh. Tastes like old shoe. Lance Corporal Schofield: Cheer up! This time next week, it'll be chicken dinner.
