Taj: Allah, why have you forsaken us?
Moustafa: Such unmanliness makes revenge unclean. Move aside and I will kill them all!
Koverchenko: (to Daskal) Sorry, sir. Not much of a war. No Stalingrad. How is it that we're the Nazis this time? How is it? I tried to be a good soldier. But you can't be a good soldier in a rotten war, sir. Now I want you to live to see them win. Go.
Koverchenko: I said go!
Daskal: (the tank is incapacitated. Daskal hands out a grenade to Kaminski and Golikov) You know our standing orders.
Daskal: Out of commission, become a pillbox. Out of ammo, become a bunker. Out of time, become heroes.
Kaminski: You must be out of your fucking mind!
(He tosses his grenade aside)
Daskal: Now. Together.
(Daskal pulls the grenade pin)
Daskal: I read your dossier, Mr. Intellectual. What would you say your record says about you?
Koverchenko: That I think for myself.
Daskal: You think for yourself. When I was eight years old, defending Stalingrad, I didn't *think for myself*. When the Motherland asked for our lives, we GAVE. My father didn't think of himself, he GAVE. My mother didn't think of herself, she GAVE. My brother didn't think of himself, he GAVE! My comrades tied a rope around my waist and lowered me on top of Nazi tanks. I'd stuff Molotovs under turret and cannon, and they pulled me up again. Eight years old! They called me Tank Boy. I took a lot of Nazi tanks. A lot. And over the years I've learned to smell a traitor.
Helicopter pilot: Today's your lucky day. If we hadn't been out here looking for water we wouldn't have found you guys. Go ahead and climb aboard, I'll call in an airstrike on the tank.
Daskal: Nobody wastes my tank...
Kaminski: (places a grenade under Koverchenko's head and pulls the pin) If you need anything, just nod.
Daskal: We're safe in here. My tanks have been hit by everything. In Mongolia once, RPG, direct hit. Commander, gunner and turret went flying. I drove the rest of the tank back to our lines. These tanks today are better. Much better.
Daskal: Your insubordination has gotten you demoted from intelligence to rescue operations to this tank. Your next stop is prison.
Koverchenko: You're a good soldier Anton. You can be counted on when they ask you to shoot your mother.
(Golikov and Kaminski are walking back to the tank carrying fuel cans from the helicopter as Daskal watches them from behind the tank's machine gun)
Golikov: What are we doing? Why don't we make a run for it?
Kaminski: Are you crazy? He'd shoot us right out of the sky!
Moustafa: A crow can speak a word. But a crow is not a man and neither is a Russian.
Daskal: (drinks from Kaminski's canteen and spits it out) Brake fluid?
Koverchenko: No wonder they don't work.
(Koverchenko and Daskal are in the tank removing a dud shell from the cannon breech)
Daskal: Just tell me one thing; why do you stick up for the Afghan?
Koverchenko: Because he's doing the best he can, sir.
Daskal: That's what worries me.
(he then opens the cannon breech as the dud shell falls out into Koverchenko's arms)
Kaminski: I need a woman!
Golikov: Maybe you'll find another sheep.
Kaminski: Maybe I will!
Kaminski: You better watch your ass, Koverchenko. You know, sometimes Afghan snipers pick off tank drivers.
Koverchenko: Sometimes tank drivers pick 'em off first, Kaminski.
(agreeing to help the Mujahadeen)
Koverchenko: Yeah, I'll kaboom tank.
Kaminski: On the way!
Taj: (in Pashtun, to Koverchenko) Eat.
Sherina: (in Pashtun, to Koverchenko) Choke.
Daskal: Get back in the tank.
Kaminski: What for?
Daskal: Because I said so.
Golikov: We're going home, sir.
Daskal: Yeah. In the tank.
Kaminski: Why can't we go home in the fucking helicopter?
Daskal: Because you're tankers.
Taj: You said you could destroy the tank in one shot!
Moustafa: Maybe it was not the will of Allah.
Taj: Maybe you are just a bad shot!
Koverchenko: Why did that rebel we ran over laugh at me?
Samad: He wasn't laughing at you, he was happy. Such men believe if they die in a holy war they will go to paradise.
Koverchenko: Is that what you believe?
Samad: After university, I don't know what I believe.
Daskal: This time your insubordination is going get you a court martial!
Koverchenko: So will killing your own men, sir!
Samad: It is called "Pashtunwali". It's the code of honor.
Samad: Three obligations. First, "Melmastia", hospitality. Second, "Badal", revenge. Third, "Nanawateh", the obligation to give sanctuary to all those who ask.
Koverchenko: To all?
Koverchenko: Even the enemy?
Koverchenko: What if I kill your brother and you came for Badal, revenge? And I ask for Nanawateh?
Samad: Then I would be obligated to feed, clothe and protect you.
Koverchenko: That's incredibly civilized.
Koverchenko: Well, sir, the roadwheel's cracked. Kaminski drank our brakes. We're low on petrol. The battery's low. We're losing oil. If the engine heats up it's gonna seize. The terrain, obviously against us. We have no rations. The Mujas behind us don't seem to run on rations, petrol, or anything we know of. And they have an RPG. Their aim is getting better. Sir.
Kaminski: I hate this fucking country.
Taj: I will not fight alongside scavengers who pick gold from the teeth of dead Russians!