Band of Brothers

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Band of Brothers is an acclaimed 10-part television miniseries (first aired in 2001) about World War II, co-produced by Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks. Much of the action of the mini-series centers on the exploits of Easy Company of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, U.S. 101st Airborne Division and one of its early platoon leaders, Richard Winters. It is based on a book of the same name written by historian and biographer Stephen Ambrose.

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[edit] Currahee

Sobel: [Addressing whole platoon.] You people are at the position of attention! [To Perconte] Private Perconte, have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?
Perconte: No, sir.
Sobel: Then explain the creases at the bottom.
Perconte: No excuse, sir.
Sobel: Volunteering for the Parachute Infantry is one thing, Perconte, but you've got a long way to prove that you belong here. Your weekend pass is revoked. [moves on] Name?
Luz: Luz, George.
Sobel: Dirt in the rear sight aperture. Pass revoked. (walks over to another soldier) When did you sew on these Chevrons, Sergeant Lipton?
Lipton: Yesterday, sir.
Sobel: [displays a loose thread pulled from the stripe] Long enough to notice this - revoked.
Lipton: Sir. [Sobel walks over to another soldier.]
Sobel: Name.
Malarkey: Malarkey, Donald G!
Sobel: Malarkey is slang for "bullshit," isn't it? [Takes his rifle]
Malarkey: Yes, sir!
Sobel: Rust on the butt-plate hinge spring, Private Bullshit - revoked. [Tosses his rifle at Malarkey and moves on] Name.
Liebgott: Liebgott, Joseph, D, sir.
Sobel: Rusty bayonet, Liebgott. You want to kill Germans?
Liebgott: Yes, sir.
Sobel: [knocks his helmet with the bayonet] Not with this. [To the whole platoon] I will not take this rusty piece of shit to war, and I will not take you to war in your condition. [throws bayonet to the ground] Now thanks to these men and their infractions, every man in the company who had a weekend pass has lost it. Change into your PT gear. We're running Currahee.
Winters: Should've been born earlier Nix.
Nixon: What, and give up all this?
Nixon: Actually, you know who's from there?
Winters: Who? Oh, him.
Nixon: Seven hundred and twelve days with that son of a bitch and here we are.

[After the 12-mile evening march, all the soldiers of Easy Company empty their canteens. Pvt. Christensen's canteen empties very quickly. Sobel notices]

Sobel: Who is that? Christensen! There is no water in your canteen! You drank from your canteen!
Christensen: Sir, I-
Sobel: Lt. Winters!
Winters: Sir?
Sobel: Was this man ordered to NOT drink from his canteen during the evening march?
Winters: He was, sir.
Sobel: Pvt. Christensen, you have disobeyed a direct order! You will refill your canteen and remarch all 12 miles!
Christensen: Yes, sir.
Sobel: Fall out! [Fuming, Sobel walks back to Winters] What the hell are you doing with my company? You're late and you allowed soldiers to disobey direct orders.
Winters: No excuse, sir.
Sobel: You are making me look bad, Lieutenant. This is not Dog Company, this is not Fox Company, this-this is EZ Company. And under my command, this is going to be the best and finest company in the regiment. I want the names of six men, their infractions and your disciplinary recommendations on my desk by 0130, is that clear?
Winters: What infractions, sir?
Sobel: Find some.
Guarnere: My brother's in North Africa. He says it's hot.
Malarkey: Really? It's hot in Africa?
Guarnere: Shut up!

[After hearing of Sobel's court martial of Winters, the NCO's of Easy Company meet and prepare to turn in their stripes in protest]

Lipton: Now, if we are all going to go through with this, we all have to be aware of the consequences.
Martin: I don't care about the consequences.
Lipton: John. They could have us all lined up against a wall and shot. Now, I'm ready to face that. And the rest of you better be too.
Guarnere: [Regarding Sobel] I will NOT follow that man into combat. [Everyone else nods in agreement]
Lipton: Alright then. Let's do it.

[All the NCO's take individual pieces of paper and pencils. Guarnere dictates what all of them write]

Guarnere: "I hereby...no longer wish to serve...as a Non-Commissioned Officer...in Easy Company." [They each then sign their individual papers and hand them to Lipton]
Lipton: Alright then. Good luck. [Leaves to take the papers to Col. Sink]
Guarnere: I like Winters he's a good man, but when the bullets start flyin, I don't know if I want a Quaker to do my fightin for me.
Luz: How do you know he's a Quaker?
Guarnere: He ain't Catholic.
Malarkey: Neither is Sobel.
Guarnere: That prick's a son of Abraham.
Liebgott: He's what?
Guarnere: He's a Jew.
[Liebgott throws down his cigarette and gets up]
Liebgott: I'm a Jew.
Guarnere: Congratulations. Get your nose out of my face.
[They start fighting]
Perconte: This ain't spaghetti. This is Army noodles with ketchup.
Guarnere: Well, you ain't got to eat it.
Perconte: Come on, Gonorrhea, as a fellow Italian you should know that calling this stuff spaghetti is a mortal sin.
Soldier: Oh, Easy Company! Don't worry. While you're running, we'll take your dames to the movies for you.
Liebgott: Good, they need some female company.
Nixon: Sobel's a genius. I had a headmaster in prep school who was just like him. I know the type.
Winters: Lew, Michaelangelo's a genius. Beethoven's a genius.
Nixon: You know a man in this company who wouldn't double-time Currahee with a full pack just to piss in that man's morning coffee?
Bull: [to Lt. Winters, as Easy Company is marching one Friday night] Sir, we got nine companies, sir.
Winters: That we do.
Bull: Well how come we’re the only company marching every Friday night, twelve miles, full pack, in the pitch dark?
Winters: Why do you think, Private Randleman?
Bull: Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir!
Winters: [pauses a moment] Lieutenant Sobel does not hate Easy Company, Private Randleman – he just hates you! [the rest of Easy Company laughs]
Bull: Thank-you-sir!
Toye: Three day supply of K-rations, chocolate bars, charms candy, powdered coffee, sugar, matches, compass, bayonet, entrenching tool, ammunition, gas mask, musette bag with ammo, my weapon, my .45, canteen, two cartons of smokes, Hawkins mine, two grenades, smoke grenade, Gammon grenade, T-N-T, this bullshit (some rope), and a pair of nasty skivvies!
Perconte: What's your point?
Toye: This stuff weighs as much as I do, I still got my chute, my reserve chute, my Mae West, my M-1.
Perconte: Where you keeping the brass knuckles?
Toye: I could use some brass knuckles.
Luz: [imitating Maj. Horton] Is there a problem, Mr. Sobel?
Sobel: Who said that?! Who broke silence?
Tipper: (stifling a laugh) I think it's Major Horton, sir.
Sobel: Major Horton? Wh, what is he... Did he join us?
Tipper: I think, maybe, he's moving between platoons, sir?
Luz: What is the god-damn holdup, Mr. Sobel?
Sobel: A fence. Sir, uh, God... a barbed-wire fence.
Luz: Oh, that dog just ain't gonna hunt. Now, you cut that fence and get this goddamn platoon on the move!
Sobel: Yes, sir!
Perconte: [showing off his highly polished boots] Now, just think, if you had any class or style like me, somebody might've mistaken you for somebody.
Sgt. Martin: Oh, yeah, like your fucking Sergeant? [shows him the Sergeant insignia on his arm]
Perconte: I was only kidding...
[Martin winks; both men begin to laugh]
Winters: These men have been through the toughest training the Army has to offer, under the worst possible circumstances, and they volunteered for it.
Buck: Christ, Dick, I was just shooting craps with them.
Winters: You know why they volunteered? Because they knew that the man in the foxhole next to them would be the best. Not some draftee who's going to get them killed.
Buck: Are you ticked because they like me? Because I'm spending time to get to know my soldiers. I mean, c'mon, you've been with them for two years? I've been here for six days.
Winters: You're gambling, Buck.
Buck: So what? Soldiers do that. I don't deserve a reprimand for it.
Winters: What if you'd won?
Buck: What?
Winters: What if you'd won? Never put yourself in the position where you can take from these men.
[on a boat headed for Europe]
Warren Muck: Right now, some lucky bastard's headed for the Pacific, get put on some tropical island, surrounded by six naked native girls, helping him cut up coconuts so he can hand feed them to the flamingos.
Joe Domingus: Flamingos are mean. They bite.
Wayne Sisk: So do the naked native girls.
Perconte: With any luck.
Toye: Hey guys, I'm glad we're going to Europe. [takes out his knife] Hitler gets one of these right across the windpipe. Roosevelt changes Thanksgiving to Joe Toye Day, pays me ten grand a year for the rest of my fucking life.
[After Sobel criticizes many of his men during the daily run up Mount Currahee]
Easy Company: [singing] We pull upon the risers,
We fall upon the grass.
We never land upon our feet,
We always hit our ass!
Highty tighty, Christ almighty! Who the hell are we?
Zim-Zam god damn! We're Airborne Infantry!
[The company pulls ahead and away from Sobel, who nods]
Guarnere: I like Winters, he's a good man. But when the bullets start flying, I don't know if I want a Quaker doing my fighting for me.
[After being outflanked three times by Winters' troops in a combat drill while riding a bicycle]
Old English Man: [raising his hands in the air] You've done it now, Yanks. You've captured me.
Winters: [chuckles]
Sobel: [approaching with 1st Platoon, shouting] High-Ho, Silver!
Old English Man: Would that be the enemy?
Winters: As a matter of fact, yes.
Winters: Nix, what are you gonna do when you get into combat?
Nixon: Oh, I have every confidence in my scrounging abilities. And I have a case of VAT 69 hidden in your footlocker.
Winters: [laughs quietly] Really?
Nixon: Oh, yeah.
Luz: [impersonating Captain Sobel] "Corporal Toye, there will be no leaning in my company. Are those dusty jump wings? How do you expect to slay the Huns with dust on your jump wings?"

[edit] Day of Days

Winters: Flash!
Hall: Shit!
Winters: I don't think that's the correct reply, trooper. I say "flash", you say "thunder".
Hall: Yes, sir. Thunder, sir.
Winters: We're not lost, Private. We're in Normandy.
Guarnere: Let the Krauts cook their own goddamn food. How are we doing, Malarkey?
Malarkey: We're doing good.
Buck: Yeah? What the hell do you know about cooking; you're Irish.
Malarkey: Sir, if you have a reservation someplace else, I'd be happy to go with you. [Winters shows up]
Winters: Jeez! Did something just die in here?
Guarere: [Toye offers Winters a bottle of wine] Joe, the Lieutenant don't drink.
Winters: [Pauses, then takes the bottle] It's been a day of firsts. [Takes a drink from the bottle]
Winters: Oh, Sergeant?
Guarnere: Sir?
Winters: I'm not a Quaker.
Malarkey rushes across an open field to search a German corpse for a Luger)
Smokey Gordon: (on why the Germans aren't firing at him) They must think he's some kind of medic.
Guarnere: He's going to need a goddamn medic!
(Germans start shooting at Malarkey, who rushes back)
Guarnere: You forget your friggin Luger? You want me to go get it for ya, you stupid mick!!
Hall: What's that guy's problem?
Malarky: Gonorrhea?
Hall: Really?
Malarky: His name, dummy! Guarnere, gonorrhea, get it?
Hall: So besides having a shitty name, what's his problem?
Guarnere: None of your fucking business, cowboy!
Buck: Where you hit, Pop?
Popeye Wynn: I can't believe, I fucked up. My ass, sir.
Buck: Your ass? [Lt. Compton checks his wound] Holy shit.
Wynn: What do you think, Lip? Is this [bullet in his butt] enough to send me home?
Lipton: Maybe.
Wynn: Shit, I just got here!
Winters: All right, follow me. [They start going one way only to be met with gunfire] To hell with that!
[Winters struggles with a can of food; Nixon has to open it for him]
Nixon: Don't ever get a cat.
Winters: That night, I took time to thank God for seeing me through that day of days and prayed I would make it through D plus 1. And if, somehow, I managed to get home again, I promised God and myself that I would find a quiet piece of land someplace and spend the rest of my life in peace.
Guarnere: Hiya, Cowboy!
Hall: Shut your fucking guinea trap, Gonorrhea.
Guarnere: He's all right, that kid!

[Lorraine fails on several shots to hit a German. Guarnere finally hits and kills him]

Guarnere: Fuckin' Jeep jockey!
Malarky: [Searching on several dead Germans] Hey, I promised my baby brother I'd fetch him a Luger, so I get first dibs, okay? [Several enormous artillery shells pass overhead]
Lipton: It's the Navy. The landings have started.
Hall: [Looking at his watch] Right on time.
Guarnere: Yeah, well, tell him that, cowboy. [Points to a dead American]
Hall: My name's Hall.
Guarnere: Is that so?
Guarnere: He just sat there!
Toye: Yeah? He didn't even have a weapon, what's he gonna do shout at em'?
Guarnere: Shouts at me for killing krauts!
Toye: He just wanted you to wait for his command.
Guarnere: Joe, he don't even drink.

[edit] Carentan

Luz: [impersonating General Taylor] Remember boys - flies spread disease, so keep yours closed!
Muck: Ugh, this Kraut cheese it - it stinks!
Ramirez: Your bread's stale, too.
Muck: Hey, gimme that.
Luz: [impersonating General Taylor] Gimme three da-ays and three ni-ights of hard fightin', and you will be relieved!
Muck: Hey, Malark! You seeing this?

[They watch an Army chaplain walk through a hail of bullets to give fallen soldiers last rites]

Malarkey: Crazy fools, the Irish.
Muck: You should know.
Perconte: How far do you think we're going?
Luz: Jesus Christ, Frank, I don't know. Until they tell us to stop!
Nixon: Harry, what exactly are you doing with your reserve chute? You've been hauling that thing around ever since we jumped?
Welsh: Gonna send it to Kitty when we get back to England. Silk. Figure it'll make a good wedding dress, you know, what with rationing and all.
Nixon: Geez, Harry, I never would have guessed.
Welsh: What, that I'm so sentimental?
Nixon: No, that you think we're going to make it back to England.
Perconte: Got any souvenirs to trade?
Blithe: Huh?
Perconte: [holds up his collection of souvenir watches on his arm] They're all ticking, unlike their previous owners.
Hoobler: [As Easy walks through a burning battleground with dead Germans around] Don't wake Jerry.
Welsh: I want light and noise discipline from now on. That means no talking, no smoking, and no playing grab-fanny with the man in front of you, Luz.
Hoobler: [To Welsh] Sir, we just lost F Company.
Welsh: Again? [Walks ahead. Perconte walks up next to Hoobler]
Hoobler: We just lost F Company.
Perconte: Again?
Speirs: We're all scared. You hid in that ditch because you think there's still hope. But Blithe, the only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able to function as a soldier is supposed to function. Without mercy. Without compassion. Without remorse. All war depends upon it.
Nixon: Well, hello, 2nd Armored.
Welsh: [as Sherman tanks appear to push back the Germans] Oh, you beautiful babies, you!
Winters: Sink told me what a good job Easy did holding the line, said General Taylor was pleased.
Welsh: That's why I came to France: to please General Taylor.
Smoky Gordon: [reciting The Night of the Bayonet]
The night was filled with dark and cold,
When Sergeant Talbert the story's told,
Pulled out his poncho and headed out,
To check the lines dressed like a Kraut.

Upon a trooper our hero came,
Fast asleep; he called his name.
"Smith, oh Smith, get up, it's time
To take your turn out on the line."

Private Smith, so very weary,
Cracked an eye, all red and bleary,
Grabbed his rifle and did not tarry,
Hearing Floyd, but seeing Gerry.

"It's me!" cried Tab. "Don't do it!" and yet,
Smith charged toute de suite with bayonet.
He lunged, he thrust, both high and low,
And skeweth the boy from Kokomo.

And as they carried him away,
Our punctured hero was heard to say,
"When in this war you venture out,
best never do it dressed as a Kraut!"

[edit] Replacements

Cobb: Where'd you get that?
Miller: It's the Presidential Distinguished Unit Citation. For, uh... for what the regiment did in Normandy.
Cobb: That's right. For what the regiment did. You weren't there.
Hoobler: Hey, hey, ease up on him, Cobb. It's a unit citation. [Miller removes his Citation ribbon and walks away. Bull picks it up, glaring at Cobb]
Bull: Shit, Cobb, you didn't fight in Normandy, neither.
Cobb: [to Garcia] I got hit in the plane before I got a chance to jump.
[Nixon falls down after a German bullet ricochets off his helmet]
Winters: Nix!
Nixon: I'm all right! I'm all right... am I all right?
Winters: Yeah, yeah, you are. [smiles a bit]
Nixon: Yeah? Quit lookin' at me like that!
[gambling on a game of darts]
Luz: Lieutenant, are you going to shoot lefty all night?
Toye: Hey, c'mon.
Luz: I'm just curious cause he's right-handed.
Buck: [switches hands] George, what would I do without George Luz?
Guarnere: (to Bull) I don't know whether to slap you, kiss you, or salute you.
Guarnere: (on Bull's MIA status) If there ain't no body, then there ain't nobody dead.
Webster: [in Holland] They all speak English, they all love us - what a fantastic country!
[while approaching Nuenen]
Webster: Vincent Van Gogh was born in Nuenen!
Cobb: Yeah? So what?
Hoobler: They sure teach you a lot of useful stuff at Harvard.
Winters: I don't like retreating.
Nixon: First time for everything.
Winters: How'd the other divisions fare up north?
Nixon: (Pauses) I think we're gonna have to find another way into Germany.

[edit] Crossroads

Webster: [after being wounded] 'They got me'? You believe that? Can you believe I said that?
Winters: Joe, drop your ammo.
Liebgott: What? What are you doing?
Winters: [pulls out the ammo from the weapon, displaying a single bullet] You have one round. [Turns at John Martin] Johnny, how many prisioners do we have?!
Martin: We got 11 right now, sir.
Winters: [Turns back to Liebgott] You drop a prisoner, the rest will jump you. I want all prisoners back at the company CP. Alive.
Lt. George Rice (10th Armour): Panzer division is about to cut the road south. Looks like you guys are going to be surrounded.
Winters: We're paratroopers, Lieutenant. We're supposed to be surrounded.
Lt. George Rice: Good luck.
Nixon: Thanks.
Malarkey: Hey, Skip! Where ya been? I've been lookin' all over for you!
Skip Muck: Well, Don, I was at home in Tonawanda, but then Hitler started this whole thing, so now I'm here.
Nixon: I don't know why I'm still doing this.
Winters: Drinking?
Nixon: No, hiding it in your foot locker. I'm a captain, for Christ sake.
Winters: Why don't you just give it up?
Nixon: Drinking?
Winters: No, hiding it in my foot locker. You're a captain, for Pete's sake.
Nixon: Maybe you're right. Maybe this is the perfect place to stop drinking. Right here on the business end of the Allied advance... Cheers! [continues drinking out of his bottle of VAT 69]
Nixon: [holds up a ticket to Paris for Richard Winters, without saying what it is]
Winters: What is that? A piece of paper? I don't want to see another piece of paper!
Nixon: You are going to Paris, my friend, City of Light.
Winters: [trying to wake up Nixon] All right...[dumps a full pitcher on Nixon]
Nixon: [groans and slowly wakes, then notices what Winters has done] Oh... CHRIST! That's my own piss, for Christ sakes!

[edit] Bastogne

Martin: Hey, Frank, you keep cleaning those teeth the Germans are going to see you a mile away. Shoot ya dead.
Perconte: (brushing teeth) That's right, Pee Wee, you keep laughin'.
Sisk: [Doc Roe shows up] Hey, Doc. [Roe opens Perconte's pack]
Perconte: Doc, that's my stuff. Aww, come on, Doc...
Doc Roe: What, you got a drug store in here?"
Perconte: No, I own my stuff! Well, what are you looking for?
Doc Roe: Scissors. Thank you, Perconte.
Perconte: Took my goddamn scissors!


Doc Roe: You're a good nurse.
Renee: No. I never want to treat another wounded man again. I'd rather work in a butcher's shop.
[Skinny Sisk has a painful leg injury]
Perconte: Skinny, you got blood all over my trousers!
Skinny Sisk: I'm real sorry, Frank!
Doc Roe: Where are your boots?
Toye: In Washington, up General Taylor's ass.
Penkala: I don't want to go back to no aid station!
Doc Roe: Well, you're in luck, we ain't got no aid station! Penkala, scissors. I need scissors. You got scissors?
Penkala: What the hell I need scissors for?
Doc Roe: Got your aid kit? Right, well, you don't need this. Not yet. I do.
Winters: Harry. Fire's not a good idea.
Welsh: Just a couple of minutes. We're in a dell.
Winters: A dell? Like where fairies and gnomes live?
[Nixon walks up]
Nixon: I swear I thought I could smell a fire. I did smell a fire. Are you out of your mind? [starts warming his hands at the fire]
Winters: Well, we're in a dell.
Nixon: Huh?
Doc Roe: [in the middle of the forest] Do you have scissors? I need scissors.
Smokey Gordon: Scissors? I have to check the sewing room. They might be upstairs in the study in that skinny old drawer in the middle of the desk...
Penkala: I'm shaking so goddamn much, I feel like I'm dancing!
Doc Roe: Everything's ok? [to Edward 'Babe' Heffron] [no reply] Babe?
Edward 'Babe' Heffron: Yeah.
Doc Roe: [looks at the wounded hand of Edward 'Babe' Heffron] How did you do that?
Edward 'Babe' Heffron: You did that.
Doc Roe: I'll fix it up.
Edward 'Babe' Heffron: Hey, Gene, you called me Babe.
Doc Roe: I did? When?
Edward 'Babe' Heffron: Just now.
Doc Roe: Babe. [thinks] I guess I did.
Edward 'Babe' Heffron: [impersonates Eugene 'Doc' Roe] Babe...
Doc Roe: Heffron, watch the god-damn line.

[edit] The Breaking Point

Nixon: I've seen the States, I grew up there. That's why I came to Europe. I just wish somebody had told me there was a war on.
Lipton: [narrating] Lieutenant Dike wasn’t a bad leader because he made bad decisions. He was a bad leader because he made no decisions.
Compton: [After Hoobler accidentally shoots himself in the leg with a Luger pistol taken from a German officer] What the hell were you doing with a loaded gun in your pants?!
Hoobler: It just went off! ... It hurts like a son-of-a-bitch!
Penkala: [about Buck] "Don't do anything stupid"? Who the hell is he talking to? A bunch of morons who volunteered to jump out of a perfectly good airplane. Can you get any more stupid than that?
Luz: Probably not.
Warren 'Skip' Muck: I swam across the Niagara once.
Alex Penkala: [sarcastically] Yeah.
Warren 'Skip' Muck: I swear! On a bet.
George Luz: What, in a barrel?
Warren 'Skip' Muck: No... God... I didn't go over the falls, George. I swam across the river.
George Luz: I don't know.
Warren 'Skip' Muck: Ten miles up from the falls. I tell you: that current is damn strong.
Alex Penkala: Oh, yeah.
Warren 'Skip' Muck: Must have carried me at least 2 miles downstream before I got across. But, I got across. Now personally, I didn't think it was all that stupid, but my mom, my sister, Ruth... They gave me all kinds of hell.
George Luz: Yeah, I bet, Muck.
Warren 'Skip' Muck: So did Faye. [his girlfriend]
George Luz: Aah, sweet Faye Tanner...
Warren 'Skip' Muck: Shut it, George.
Alex Penkala: Well, they had a point - you're an idiot.
Bill Guarnere: Jesus Christ. Gotta go through all this, with a C.O.'s got his head so far up his fuckin' ass that the lump in his throat is his goddamn nose.
Winters: Speirs! Get yourself over here. Get out there and relieve Dike and take that attack on in!
Lt. Dike: First Sergeant Lipton, you organize things here, I'm gonna go for help.
Luz: What the fuck?
George Luz: Hey, look! It's 1st Battalion! Hey! HEY!
1st Battalion soldier: Whadda you want?
Luz: Yeah, thanks for crappin' in our foxholes, ya shitheads.
1st Battalion soldier: Hey, it's our pleasure.
Randelman: Enjoy the walk, boys!
Speirs: You wanna know if they're true or not, the stories about me? Did you ever notice with stories like that, everyone says they heard it from someone who was there. Then when you ask that person, they say they heard it from someone who was there. It's nothing new, really. I bet if you went back two thousand years, you'd hear a couple centurions standing around yakkin' about how Tertius lopped off the heads of some Carthaginian prisoners.
Lipton: Well, maybe they kept talking about it because they never heard Tertius deny it.
Speirs: Maybe that's because Tertius knew there was some value to the men thinking he was the meanest, toughest son of a bitch in the whole Roman Legion.
Warren 'Skip' Muck: [introducing a replacement by talking him trough the wounds the Easy Company soldiers had] Hey even first sergeant Lipton over there! He got a couple of pieces of a tank shell burst in Carentan. One chunk in the face, another chunk almost took out his nuts.
Bill Guarnere: How are those nuts, Sarge?
Carwood Lipton: Doing fine, Bill. Nice of you to ask.
[having a meeting with the other Officers: Lts. Peacock, Foley and Shames; and NCO, Sgt. Lipton. Dike is by himself]
Compton: We hold the line here. Sgt. Lipton's right. We're gonna strengthen our covers and we're gonna hang in. We're not gonna fall back.
[spots Dike]
Compton: Heh. Right, Lieutenant?
Dike: Hmm?
Compton: Right, Lieutenant?
Dike: Fine. You all take care of it. (checks watch) I gotta go talk to regiment.
Carwood Lipton (Voice-Over, talking about Buck Compton): On the report it said Compton was being taken off the line because of a bad case of trench foot. It didn’t say anything about him losing his friends. Buck was a great combat leader. He was wounded in Normandy and again in Holland. He received the Silver Star for his part in taking out those German guns on D-Day. He took everything the krauts could throw at him, time and again. I guess he just couldn’t take seeking his friends Toye and Guarnere torn up like that. No one ever thought less of him for it.
Bill Guarnere: Yeah, I know who Crazy Joe McKlosky is. What the hell's that got to do with anything, Babe?
Edward 'Babe' Heffron: Mm, Buck kind of reminds me of him now.
Bill Guarnere: ...What?!
Edward 'Babe' Heffron: You know, ever since he got shot in Holland -
Bill Guarnere: Wait wait wait. What are you sayin', he's nuts? 'Cause crazy Joe McKlosky was fuckin' nuts, Babe, that's why they called him 'Crazy Joe'!
Bill Guarnere: [after his leg is blown off, being carried off in a stretcher, to Toye, who is also wounded] Hey, Joe! Told ya I was gonna beat you back to the States!

[edit] The Last Patrol

Webster: Sergeant Lipton, feeling all right?
Luz: He's got pneumonia.
Webster: Sorry to hear that.
Luz: Ah, what are you sorry about? He's alive, got a couch, a goddamn blanket. Snug as a bug.
Cobb: [to Webster, outside the communal showers] Been a while since your last shower, professor?
Webster: In war, soldiers sometimes die in the fever pitch of a fire fight, or by artillery when they’re huddled in a foxhole. Bill Kiehn, a Toccoa man, was killed because he was carrying a sack of potatoes from one building into another.
Webster: How could anyone ever know of the price paid by soldiers in terror, agony and bloodshed if they'd never been to places like Normandy, Bastogne or Haguenau?
Nixon: Who are you?
Jones: Lieutenant Jones, sir.
Nixon: Right, our West Pointer.
Jones: Yes, sir.
Nixon: When did you graduate?
Jones: June 6th, sir.
Nixon: June 6th? Of last year?
Jones: D-Day, yes, sir.
Nixon: (laughing sarcastically) All right, don't get hurt.

[edit] Why We Fight

Easy Company: [singing] Is everybody happy? Cried the Sergeant looking up
Our hero feebly answered yes, and then they stood him up
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked
And he ain't gonna jump no more!

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
He ain't gonna jump no more!

The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground
And he ain't gonna jump no more!

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
He ain't gonna jump no more!

He hit the ground, the sound was SPLAT, his blood went spurting high
His comrades then were heard to say, A HELL OF A WAY TO DIE!
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore
He ain't gonna jump no more!
Winters: [to Nixon, about the surrendered German Army] Look at them! Even in defeat they still know how to march with pride!
Nixon: [Telling Winters that Nixon's wife is divorcing him] She's taking the house, the kids, the dog...She's taking the DOG! IT'S NOT EVEN HER DOG, IT'S MY DOG!!

[Later]

Winters: You okay, Nix?
Nixon: Yeah...She HATES that dog!
Luz: [Reflectively, watching German civilians clean up destroyed buildings while a string quartet plays] I'll tell you one thing about the Krauts, they sure clean up good."
Liebgott: All they need is a little Mozart.
Nixon: [Shows up] Beethoven.
Liebgott: Sorry, sir?
Nixon: That's not Mozart, it's Beethoven.

(upon entering a concentration camp)

Luz: Jesus, Web, can you believe this place?
Webster: [pause] No.
Winters: Got a visit from Colonel Sink this morning.
Nixon: And how is the good colonel?
Winters: Concerned. Still drinking nothing but the VAT 69, huh?
Nixon: Only the finest for Mrs. Nixon's baby boy.
Winters: That a problem up at regiment?
Nixon: What? This? Is that what he said? No, I just don't like it up there.
Winters: Good. You'll be happy to hear that Sink is transferring you back down to Battalion S-3.
Nixon: What do you think I should write to these [soldiers] parents, Dick?
Winters: Hear what I said, Nix? You've been demoted.
Nixon: Yeah, demoted. Got ya. 'Cause I don't know how to tell them their kids never made it out of the goddamn plane.
Winters: You tell them what you always tell them. That they died as heroes.
Nixon: You really still believe that?
Winters: Yeah. Yeah, I do. Don't you?
Webster: Shut up, you Nazi fuck! [grabs baker]
Baker: Ich bin kein Nazi! (I am not a Nazi!)
Webster: Oh, you're not a Nazi? My mistake, you fat fucking prick. What about a human being? Are you one of those, or are you going to tell me that you never smelt the fucking stench? [of the nearby concentration camp]
Baker: Toeten sie mich nicht, bitte toeten sie mich nicht, ich verstehe nicht was du da sagst (Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I don't know what you're saying)
Joe Lesniewski: Leave him alone, Web, he says he doesn't know what the hell you're talking about.
Webster: Bullshit.
Webster: [at a passing column of German prisoners] Hey, you! That's right, you stupid Kraut bastards! That's right. Say hello to Ford, and General fuckin' Motors! You stupid fascist pigs. Look at you! You have horses! What were you thinking?
Garcia: That's enough, Webster, give it a rest.
Webster: Dragging our asses half way around the world, interrupting our lives... For what?! You ignorant, servile scum! What the fuck are we doing here?! Huh?!
Liebgott: So, what did you study?
Webster: Literature.
Liebgott: Get out of here! You serious? I love to read!
Webster: Do you?
Liebgott: Yeah. Dick Tracy and Flash Gordon, mostly.
[walking through a forest]
Perconte: Hey, George!
Luz: Yeah
Perconte: Kind of remind of you Bastogne?
Luz: Yeah, now that you mention it. Except, of course, there's no snow, we got warm grub in our bellies and the trees aren't fucking exploding from Kraut artillery, but yeah, Frank, other than that, it's a lot like Bastogne.
Perconte: Right?
Luz: Bull, smack him for me, please? [Bull complies.] Thank you.
Perconte: Major Winters! Sir! We found something! When we're on patrol, we came across this -
Winters: What, what, what? Frank, what is it?
Perconte: I don't know sir, I don't know.
Luz: Hey, Janovek, what ya reading?
Janovek: Um, an article.
Luz: No shit. What's it about?
Janovek: It's about why we're fightin' the war.
Luz: Why are we fighting the war, Janovek?
Janovek: It appears the Germans are bad, very bad.
Luz: You don't say. The Germans are bad, huh? [turns to Perconte] Hey, Frank, this guy is reading an article over here that says that the Germans - are bad.
Perconte: No shit.
Nixon: Hitler's dead.
Liebgott: Holy shit.
Nixon: Shot himself in Berlin.
Bull: Is the war over, sir?
Nixon: No. We have orders to Berghtesgaden. We're gonna move out in one hour.
Webster: Why? The man's not home. Should've killed himself three years ago, saved us a lot of trouble.
Nixon: Yeah, he should've. But he didn't.
[after walking out of a store he broke into, trying to find liquor]
German owner: Wer ist das?! Was machen Sie?! (Who is that?! What are you doing?!)
Nixon: Goddamn drugstore.
[O' Keefe is humming "She'll Be Coming Around the Mountain"]
Perconte: Hey, O'Brien. Shut up!
O' Keefe: I told you, it's O'Keefe.
Perconte: Do you know why no one remembers your name? It's because no one wants to remember your name. There's too many Smiths, DiMattos and O'Keefes and O'Briens, who show up here, replacing Toccoa men that you dumb replacements got killed in the first place! And they're all like you. They're all piss and vinegar. "Where're the Krauts at? Let me at 'em! When do I get to jump into Berlin?" Two days later, there they are with their blood and guts hanging out and they're screaming for a medic, begging for their goddamn mother. You dumb fucks don't even know they're dead yet. Hey, you listening to me? Do you understand this is the best part of the fucking war I've seen? I've got hot chow, hot showers, warm bed. Germany is almost as good as being home. I even got to wipe my own ass with real toilet paper today. So, quit asking about when you're gonna see real action, will you?! And stop with the fucking love songs!
[both are silent for a while]
Perconte: When did you ship out? A few weeks ago?
O' Keefe: Yeah.
Perconte: It's been two years since I've been home. Two years. This fucking war.
(about the concentration camp's prisoners)
Winters: Can you ask him, uh, ask him what kind of camp this is? Um, what, ah, why are they are?
Liebgott: (speaks German to a prisoner and translates his replies) He says, it's a work camp for, Unerwunschte. I'm not sure what the word means, sir. Uh, unwanted, disliked maybe?
Winters: (guessing) Criminals?
Liebgott: I don't think criminals, sir. (speaks to prisoner again, realizing) Doctors, musicians, tailors, clerks, farmers, intellectuals. I mean, normal people.
Prisoner:: Juden. Juden.
Liebgott: (softly) They're Jews. Poles and gypsies.
(The prisoner speaks again, then wanders off, crying)
Winters: Liebgott?
Liebgott: ...The women’s camp is at the next railroad stop.

[edit] Points

Sink: Kids, I just had a conversation with General LeClerc. He told me he was first into Paris, and by God, he wanted to be first into Berchtesgaden. I told him I understood his point. Now, you fire up Second Battalion and out-flank that French son of a bitch!
Winters: Listen up. You ready for it? [pause] German Army surrendered.
German Colonel: I wonder what will happen to us – to people like you and me – when there are no more wars to occupy us?
Winters: Have all your men collect the weapons, deposit them at the church and the school, and at the airfield.
Colonel: Very well. [Draws his sidearm, offers it to Winters butt-first] Please accept this as my personal surrender, Major. It is better than to lay it on the desk of a clerk.
Winters: [considers] You may keep your sidearm, Colonel.
[Colonel assents, salutes]
[confronting the replacement who shot Grant]
Speirs: Where's the weapon?
Replacement: What weapon?
[Speirs gives him a roundhouse smash in the face with his pistol; the other Easy men wince, even though they have just been beating the man up.]
Speirs: [deadly quiet] When you talk to an officer, you say "sir".
Winters: [on Herman Goering's home] I've had it on double guard ever since.
O'Keefe: I can vouch for that sir.
Winters: Oh, anxious to get off duty, O'Keefe?
O'Keefe: No, it's just there's so much to see and do sir!
Webster: 81.
Janovec: Huh?
Webster: I have eighty-one points.
Janovec: Well, that's just not good enough! (last words before driving away and getting killed)
Welsh: I made up my mind, Nix, I got the points, I'm going back to Kitty.
Nixon: Harry, do you really think that Kitty hasn't run off with some 4-F by now?
Welsh: [laughing] Son of a bitch, that's not even funny...
Winters: Harry, ignore him.
Winters: Happy V-E Day.
O'Keefe: V-E Day?
Nixon: Victory... in Europe.
Liebgott: [to a German death camp commandant] YOU SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO MY PEOPLE?!
Winters: Captain Sobel.
Sobel: Major Winters. [starts to walk away]
Winters: Captain Sobel... we salute the rank, not the man. [Sobel slowly turns and salutes]
Liebgott: [translating a German general's speech] Men, it's been a long war, it's been a tough war. You've fought bravely, proudly for your country. You're a special group. You've found in one another a bond that exists only in combat, among brothers. You've shared foxholes, held each other in dire moments. You've seen death and suffered together. I'm proud to have served with each and every one of you. You all deserve long and happy lives in peace.
Lipton: Henry V was talking to his men. He said, "from this day to the ending of the world... we in it shall be remembered. We lucky few, we band of brothers. For he who today shed his blood with me shall be my brother."
Winters: [quoting from a letter Mike Ranney wrote to him]: I cherish the memory of a question my grandson asked me the other day, when he said: 'Grandpa, were you a hero in the war?' Grandpa said, "No. But I served in a company of heroes."

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  • There was a time when the world asked ordinary men to do extraordinary things.

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