Band of Brothers Quotes

[Easy Compagny is patrolling through the Bavarian woods]
Frank Perconte: Hey, George.
George Luz: Yeah?
Frank Perconte: Kind of remind you of Bastogne?
George 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.
Frank Perconte: Right?
George Luz: Bull, smack him for me please?
[thump]
George Luz: Thank you.

[Translating a speech a German General is giving to his men after they all surrendered]
Liebgott: 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.

Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: I'm gonna say something.
George Luz: To who?
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Lieutenant Winters!
Richard Winters: What is it?
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Permission to speak, sir.
Richard Winters: Granted.
Sgt. Denver

'Bull' Randleman: Sir, we got nine companies, sir.
Richard Winters: We do.
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Well, how come we're the only one marching every Friday night, twelve miles, full pack, in the pitch dark?
Richard Winters: Why do you think, Private Randleman?
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman:

Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir.
Richard Winters: Lieutenant Sobel does not hate Easy Company, Private Randleman. He just hates you.
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Thank you, sir.

Ronald Spiers: What is it?
Carwood Lipton: Nothing.
Ronald Spiers: Well, I'd better get back to Battalion before they disappear. You want to ask me, don't you?
Carwood Lipton: Ask you what, sir?
Ronald Spiers: You want to 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. But 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 of centurions standing around, yakking about how Tertius lopped off the heads of some Carthaginian prisoners.
Carwood

Lipton: Well, maybe they kept talking about it because they never heard Tertius deny it.
Ronald Spiers: Well, 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.
[Turns to leave]
Carwood Lipton: Sir? These men aren't really concerned about

the stories. They're just glad to have you as our CO. They're happy to have a good leader again.
Ronald Spiers: Well, from what I've heard, they've always had one. I've been told there's always been one man they could count on. Led them into the Bois Jacques, held them together when they had the crap shelled out of them in the woods. Every day, he kept their spirits up,

kept the men focused, gave 'em direction... all the things a good combat leader does. You don't have any idea who I'm talking about, do you?
Carwood Lipton: No, sir.
Ronald Spiers: Hell, it was you, First Sergeant. Ever since Winters made Battalion, you've been the leader of Easy Company. Oh, and you're not going to be First Sergeant much longer,

First Sergeant.
Carwood Lipton: Sir?
Ronald Spiers: Winters put you in for a battlefield commission, and Sink approved on your behalf. You should get the official notice in a few days. Congratulations, Lieutenant.

George Luz: Hey Janovek, whatcha reading?
John Janovek: An article.
George Luz: No shit. What's it about?
John Janovek: It's about why we're fighting the war.
George Luz: Why are we fighting the war, Janovek?
John Janovek: It appears the Germans are bad, very

bad.
George Luz: You don't say! The Germans are bad, huh?
[Turns to Perconte]
George Luz: Hey Frank, this guy is reading an article that says the Germans *are bad*.

David 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? Dragging our asses half way around the world, interrupting our lives... For what, you ignorant, servile scum! What the fuck are we

doing here?

Joe 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, TNT, THIS bullshit, and a pair of nasty skivvies!
Frank

Perconte: What's your point?
Joe Toye: This stuff weighs as much as I do! I still got my 'chute, my reserve 'chute, my Mae West, my M1.
Frank Perconte: Why you keeping the brass knuckles?
Joe Toye: I could use some brass knuckles.

Richard Winters: [Cpt. Nixon won't wake up] Let's go. C'mon, you got 10 minutes.
Cpt. Nixon: [sleepily] Go away.
Richard Winters: C'mon, big guy, let's go.
Cpt. Nixon: Ah, leave me alone!
Richard Winters: [tossing the contents of a nearby pitcher on Nix' head] Okay...

Cpt. Nixon: GOD DAMMIT! Ahhh, that's my own PISS, for Christ's sake!

Frank Perconte: Hey O'Brien, relax, would ya? I'm trying to read.
Pvt. Patrick O'Keefe: It's O'Keefe.
Frank Perconte: Is that right?
Pvt. Patrick O'Keefe: Yeah, Patrick O'Keefe. My friends call me Patty.
[starts humming]
Frank Perconte: Hey O'Brien, shut up!
Pvt.

Patrick O'Keefe: I told you, it's O'Keefe.
Frank Perconte: Do you know why no one remembers your name? It's 'cause no one wants to remember your name! There are too many Smiths, DiMatos, 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 are 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. Screaming for a medic, begging for their goddamn mothers! You dumb kids don't even know you're dead yet. Hey, you listening to me? Don't you know this is the best part of fuckin' war I've seen? I've got hot chow, hot showers, a warm bed. The way I see

it, Germany is almost as good as being home. I even got to wipe my ass with real toilet paper today! So quit asking when you're gonna see some action, will ya? And stop with the fuckin' love songs!
[pause]
Frank Perconte: When'd you ship out? Two weeks ago?
Pvt. Patrick O'Keefe: [quiet] Yeah.
Frank Perconte: Its been

two years since I've seen home. Two years. This fuckin' war.

Richard Winters: [about Nixon's drinking] Nix, what are you going to do in battle?
Cpt. Nixon: Oh, I have every confidence in my scrounging abilities, and I have a case of Vat 69 hidden in your footlocker.
Richard Winters: [chuckles, thinks it's a joke. Pauses, realizes that he's not kidding] Really?
Cpt.

Nixon: Oh, yeah.

George Luz: [imitating Maj. Horton] Is there a problem, Captain Sobel?
Herbert Sobel: Who said that? Who broke silence?
Edward Tipper: I think it's Major Horton, sir.
Herbert Sobel: Major Horton? What... what is he... did he join us?
Edward Tipper: I think, maybe, he's moving between

platoons, sir.
George Luz: What is the god-damn holdup, Mr. Sobel?
Herbert Sobel: A fence, sir! Uh, God... barb wire fence.
George Luz: Oh, that dog just ain't gonna hunt. Now, you cut that fence and get this goddamn platoon on the move.

Alex Penkala: Joe got hit in the arm? New Year's Eve gift from the Luftwaffe.
Ken Webb: Have a lot of you guys been injured?
Sgt. Martin: It's called "wounded," Peanut. "Injured" is when you fall out of a tree or something.
Warren Muck: Don't worry, there so much crap flying around, you're bound to get dinged sometime. Almost

every one of these guys got hit at least once. Except for Ally, he's a two-timer. He landed on broken glass in Normandy, and got peppered by a potato masher. Now, Bull... he got a piece of exploding tank in Holland. Now George Luz here... has never been hit. You're one lucky bastard.
George Luz: Takes one to know one, Skip.
Warren Muck: Huh,

considered us blessed. Now Leibgott, the skinny little guy? He got pinged in the neck in Holland. And right next to him, the other skinny little guy, that's Popeye. He got shot in his scrawny little butt in Normandy. And, uh, Buck got shot in his rather large butt in Holland.
Alex Penkala: Yeah, kind of an Easy Company tradition, getting shot in the ass.

Warren Muck: Hey, even First Sergeant Lipton there, he got a couple of pieces of a tank shell burst in Carentan. One chunk in the face, the other chunk nearly took out his nuts.
Bill Guarnere: How are those nuts, Sarge?
Carwood Lipton: They're doing fine, Bill. Nice of you to ask.