Officer: Kaminsky, Henry.
Steven: Boy, a lot of guys getting killed over there.
Officer: Rogers, Steven.
Man: It kind of makes you think twice about enlisting, huh?
Officer: Rogers. What did your father die of?
Steven: Mustard gas. He was in the 107th Infantry. I was hoping I could be assigned...
Officer: Your mother?
Steven: She was a nurse in a TB ward. Got hit. Couldn’t shake it.
Officer: Sorry, son.
Steven: Look, just give me a chance.
Officer: You’d be ineligible on your asthma alone.
Steven: Is there anything you can do?
Officer: I’m doing it. I’m saving your life.
Pre-movie trailer: War continues to ravage Europe. But help is on the way. Every able-bodied young man is lining up to serve his country. Even little Timmy is doing his part, collecting scrap metal. Nice work, Timmy!
Man: Who cares? Play the movie already!
Steven: Hey, you wanna show some respect?
Pre-movie trailer: Meanwhile, overseas, our brave boys are showing the Axis powers that the price of freedom is never too high.
Man: Let’s go! Get on with it! Hey, just start the cartoon!
Steven: Hey, you wanna shut up?
Pre-movie trailer: Together with Allied forces, we’ll face any threat, no matter the size.
Man: You just don’t know when to give up, do you?
Steven: I can do this all day.
Barnes: Hey! Pick on someone your own size. Sometimes I think you like getting punched.
Steven: I had him on the ropes.
Barnes: How many times is this? You’re from Paramus now? You know it’s illegal to lie on the enlistment form. And seriously, Jersey?
Steven: You get your orders?
Barnes: The 107th. Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out for England first thing tomorrow.
Steven: I should be going.
Barnes: Come on, man. My last night! I got to get you cleaned up.
Steven: Why? Where are we going?
Barnes: The future. I don’t see what the problem is. You’re about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know there’s three and a half million women here?
Steven: Well, I’d settle for just one.
Barnes: Good thing I took care of that.
Girl: Hey, Bucky!
Steven: What’d you tell her about me?
Barnes: Only the good stuff.
Broadcaster: Welcome to the Modern Marvels Pavilion and the World of Tomorrow. A greater world. A better world.
Girl: Oh, my God! It’s starting!
Hostess: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Howard Stark!
Audience: I love you, Howard!
Stark: Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even have to touch the ground at all? Yes. Thanks, Mandy. With Stark Gravitic Reversion Technology you’ll be able to do just that.
Barnes: Holy cow.
Stark: I did say a few years, didn’t I?
Barnes: Hey, Steve, what do you say we treat these girls...
Girl: Come on, soldier.
Barnes: Come on. You’re kind of missing the point of a double date. We’re taking the girls dancing.
Steven: You go ahead. I’ll catch up with you.
Barnes: You’re really going to do this again?
Steven: Well, it’s a fair. I’m gonna try my luck.
Barnes: As who, Steve from Ohio? They’ll catch you. Or worse, they’ll actually take you.
Steven: Look, I know you don’t think I can do this.
Barnes: This isn’t a back alley, Steve. It’s war.
Steven: I know it’s a war.
Barnes: Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs.
Steven: What do you want me to do? Collect scrap metal in my little red wagon?
Barnes: Yes. Why not?
Steven: I’m not gonna sit in a factory, Bucky. Bucky, come on. There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That’s what you don’t understand. This isn’t about me.
Barnes: Right. ’Cause you got nothing to prove.
Girl: Hey, Sarge! Are we going dancing?
Barnes: Yes, we are. Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.
Steven: How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.
Barnes: You’re a punk.
Steven: Jerk. Be careful. Don’t win the war till I get there!
Barnes: Come on, girls. They’re playing our song.
Doctor: Wait here.
Steven: Is there a problem?
Doctor: Just wait here.
Dr Erskine: Thank you. So, you want to go overseas. Kill some Nazis.
Steven: Excuse me?
Dr Erskine: Dr Abraham Erskine. I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve.
Steven: Steve Rogers. Where are you from?
Dr Erskine: Queens. 73rd Street and Utopia Parkway. Before that, Germany. This troubles you?
Dr Erskine: Where are you from, Mr Rogers? Is it New Haven? Or Paramus? Five exams in five different cities.
Steven: That might not be the right file.
Dr Erskine: No, it’s not the exams I’m interested in. It’s the five tries. But you didn’t answer my question. Do you want to kill Nazis?
Steven: Is this a test?
Dr Erskine: Yes.
Steven: I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t like bullies. I don’t care where they’re from.
Dr Erskine: Well, there are already so many big men fighting this war. Maybe what we need now is a little guy. I can offer you a chance. Only a chance.
Steven: I’ll take it.
Dr Erskine: Good. So where is the little guy from? Actually?
Dr Erskine: Congratulations, soldier.