Leckie: Now that explains it. You're a believer.
Leckie: OK, question: God created everything, right? The heavens, seven seas, Marine Corps... Sleeping Beauty there...
Sledge: Even him.
Leckie: Land crabs, rats, mosquitoes...
Sledge: Mosquito's a little tough to understand, I guess.
Leckie: God created Japs too, right? Yellow slants who've tried to kill me on many occasions. Japs come from the garden of Eden too?
Sledge: Well, what we do is up to us. He gives us a choice.
Leckie: Free will, right. 'Cept he's God, of course, so he knows what we're gonna do before we do it.
Leckie: So the whole game is fixed by the will of Gramps on his throne while we're down here for what? His entertainment? That makes us chumps, or God's a sadist and either way, I got no use for him.
Sledge: So what do you believe in?
Leckie: I believe in ammunition.
From the miniseries The Pacific