What do you want? Beans, you homely-looking son of a frog's leg! What do you think I want?...

Ginger - the Cook: [looking at soldiers lined up to eat] What do you want? Katczinsky: Beans, you homely-looking son of a frog's leg! What do you think I want? Ginger - the Cook: [the men shout that they're hungry] Shut up! I'll feed you when you're all here. Tjaden: We're all here now! Ginger - the Cook: Only half the company's here. Get the rest! Wake 'em up! Katczinsky: [the men laugh] I wish I could wake 'em up. There's 80 of us left. The rest is in dressin' stations or pushin' up daisies! Ginger - the Cook: [shocked] 80? And I cooked for 150! Westhus: All right, we'll have enough for once. Come on, dish out! Tjaden: You mean you've cooked beans for 150? [the cook nods] Tjaden: And you've got bread for 150 and sausage for 150 and tobacco for 150? Ginger - the Cook: Everything. It's all wrong. I should have been notified! Katczinsky: What a feast! Everyone gets two issues! [the waiting men shout] Katczinsky: [trying to keep order in the ranks] Get back in line! Get back in line! Ginger - the Cook: Oh, no, that woun't do. I can't give 80 men what's meant for 150. Katczinsky: [he starts to punch the cook but thinks better of it and tries to be persuasive] Listen, you drew rations for the Second Company, didn't yuh? Ginger - the Cook: Yes. Katczinsky: All right, we're the Second Company! [the men shout] Ginger - the Cook: I got my orders. Albert Kropp: [agreeing with Kat] That's right. Paul Bäumer: We're the Second Company and if only half of us get back, that's our good luck. Come on, dish it out! Ginger - the Cook: [the men shout] No! Katczinsky: [grabbing the cook by the throat] You're the yellowest baboon that ever drew a cook wagon, and you're scared, and it shows! All we want to hear out of you is one more little yip, and we'll cut yuh up and eat you raw! Why, you keep your kitchen so far back of the lines, we never get anything to eat until it's cold and we're asleep. Now, you low doen rat, get out, or we wreck the joint, so help me! [the men shout] Katczinsky: Come on, give us some food!

What do you want? Beans, you homely-lookin' son of a frog's leg. - What do you think I want? - We're hungry. Shut up! I'll feed you when you're all here. - We're all here now. - Only half the company's here. Get the rest. Wake 'em up. I wish I could wake 'em up. There's 80 of us left. The rest is in dressing stations or pushin' up daisies. Eighty? And I cooked for 150! All right. We'll have enough for once. Come on. Dish out! You mean you've cooked beans for 150... and you've got bread for 150... and sausage for 150, and tobacco for 150? Everything! It's all wrong. I should have been notified. What a feast! Everyone gets two issues. - Get back in line! Get back in line! - Oh, no! That won't do. I can't give 80 men what's meant for 150. Listen. You drew rations for the 2nd Company, didn't ya? Yeah. All right. We're the 2nd Company. I've got my orders. - Kat's right. - We're the 2nd Company. And if only half of us get back, that's our good luck. - Come on. Dish it out. - Come on! - No! - Hey! You're the yellowest baboon that ever drew a cook wagon... and you're scared-- it shows. All we want to hear out of you is one more little yip... and we'll cut ya up and eat ya raw. Why, you keep your kitchen so far back of the lines... we never get anything to eat until it's cold and we're asleep! Now, you low-down rat, get out... or we wreck the joint! - Come on! Give us-- - Attention! At ease. What's goin' on here? He's cooked for 150, sir, and he only wants to give us half. - Looks pretty good. - Yes, sir. - Serve the whole issue. The men can use it. - Yes, sir. - And bring me a plate too. - Yes, sir. All right. Take it all. Take everything. Give 'em honey. Give 'em what they want. - Fill it up! - Fill it up! - Don't mind me. - Oh, that's all right. Don't mention it. You know... I could do with some more beans. Go help yourself. There's more over there. It's too far. - I wonder, when are we going back to the front? - Tomorrow. It's enough to take away a man's appetite. You know, if they're gonna march us in again tomorrow... we ought to go see how Kemmerick is. - That's a good idea. - Let's do that. - How far is the dressing station? - About two miles. - We could take his things to him. - Good.