Band of Brothers Quotes

Nixon: Division has decided to pluck one officer from each regiment who served in the heroic defense of Bastogne and send them back to the States on a thirty day furlough... get him out banging the drum for the war bonds, that kind of thing. Turns out I've been plucked.
Richard Winters: Hey, that's fantastic, Lew. Good for you.

Nixon: Thank you.
Richard Winters: But how does your leaving help me?
Nixon: It doesn't. I'm not going. I've already seen the States, I grew up there. That's why I came to Europe. I just wish they told me a war was going on. Anyway, this thing is wasted on me, but I'm sure we could find an officer somewhere in this battalion that

could use a long trip home.

Richard 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' Compton: Christ, Dick, I was just shooting craps with them.
Richard 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' Compton: 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.
Richard Winters: You were gambling, Buck.
'Buck' Compton: So what?

Soldiers do that. I don't deserve a reprimand for it.
Richard Winters: What if you'd won?
'Buck' Compton: What?
Richard Winters: What if you'd won? Don't ever put yourself in the position where you can take from these men.

Bill Guarnere: I don't know whether to slap you, kiss you, or salute you. I told these scallywags you was okay.
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: And they didn't listen?
Bill Guarnere: Naw, these salty bastards, they wanted to go on a suicide run to drag your ass back.
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Is that right?

Bill Guarnere: Yeah, I told 'em don't bother.
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Never did like this company none.

Cpl. Eugene Roe: Toye, are you missing something?
Joe Toye: Home.
Cpl. Earl 'One Lung' McLung: Ask him to dance, Doc.
Cpl. Eugene Roe: Toye, show me your feet.
Joe Toye: You watch the goddamn line, McClung.
[Toye's feet are wrapped in blankets]
Cpl. Eugene

Roe: Where are your boots?
Joe Toye: In Washington, up General Taylor's ass.

Capt. Herbert Sobel: [the company is in formation at Camp Toccoa] You people are at the position of attention!
[Sobel walks up to Perconte, who presents his rifle for inspection]
Capt. Herbert Sobel: Private Perconte, have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?
Frank Perconte: No, sir.

Capt. Herbert Sobel: Then explain the creases at the bottom.
Frank Perconte: [pause] No excuse, sir.
Capt. Herbert 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.
[Sobel moves down the line to Luz]

Capt. Herbert Sobel: Name.
George Luz: Luz, George.
[he presents his rifle for inspection; Sobel examines it and tosses it back at him]
Capt. Herbert Sobel: Dirt in the rear sight aperture. Pass revoked.
[Sobel moves down the line to Lipton]
Capt. Herbert Sobel: When did you sew on these

chevrons, Sergeant Lipton?
Carwood Lipton: Yesterday, sir.
Capt. Herbert Sobel: [holding up a single thread] Long enough to notice this. Revoked.
Carwood Lipton: Sir.
Capt. Herbert Sobel: [Sobel moves on to Malarkey] Name.
Donald Malarkey: Malarkey, Donald G.
[he presents

his rifle for inspection]
Capt. Herbert Sobel: Malarkey. Malarkey's slang for "bullshit," isn't it?
Donald Malarkey: Yes, sir.
Capt. Herbert Sobel: [Sobel examines Malarkey's rifle, then tosses it back at him] Rust on the buttplate hinge spring, Private Bullshit. Revoked.
[Sobel moves on to Liebgott]

Capt. Herbert Sobel: Name.
Joseph Liebgott: Liebgott, Joseph D., sir.
[he presents his rifle for inspection]
Capt. Herbert Sobel: [Sobel pulls Liebgott's bayonet out of its sheath and examines it] Rusty bayonet, Liebgott. You wanna kill Germans?
Joseph Liebgott: Yes, sir.
Capt. Herbert

Sobel: [Sobel hits Liebgott's helmet with the bayonet] Not with this.
[he walks out in front of the company and holds the bayonet up for every man to see]
Capt. Herbert Sobel: I wouldn't take this rusty piece of shit to war, and I will not take *you* to war in your condition!
[he thrusts the bayonet into the ground]
Capt. Herbert

Sobel: Now, thanks to these men and their infractions, every man in the company who had a weekend pass... has lost it.
[pause]
Capt. Herbert Sobel: Change into your PT gear, we're running Currahee.

Cpt. Nixon: What do you think about New Jersey?
Richard Winters: New Jersey?
Cpt. Nixon: There's a company in Nixon, New Jersey. It's called Nixon Nitration Works.
Richard Winters: Sounds picturesque.
Cpt. Nixon: Yeah, well, oddly enough, I know the owners. Probably gonna expect me to

make something of myself. I thought maybe I'd drag you along with me.
Richard Winters: Are you offering me a job?
Cpt. Nixon: We'll see how you do on your interview, but, you know, a man of your qualifications... I think probably scrape something up commensurate with your current salary level.

Cpt. Nixon: Hitler's dead.
Liebgott: Holy shit.
Cpt. Nixon: Shot himself in Berlin.
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Is the war over, sir?
Cpt. Nixon: No. We have orders to Berchtesgaden. We move out in one hour.
Pvt. David Kenyon Webster: Why? The man's not home.

He should have killed himself three years ago. Saved us a lot of trouble.
Cpt. Nixon: Yeah, he should have. But he didn't.

Donald Malarkey: [the men are going over Heffron and Spina's run-in with the German in the foxhole] He shoulda shot Hinkel in the ass.
Warren Muck: Then he woulda shot *him* in the ass.
[the men start laughing]
Pvt. Edward 'Babe' Heffron: [Domingus comes around with stale pancakes and shovels them into everyone's mess tin]

Hey, God bless ya.
Donald Malarkey: Joe, these smell like my armpit!
Warren Muck: [holding up one of the pancakes] At least your armpit's warm.
Joe Domingus: You want syrup with that?
Donald Malarkey: Joe, be honest, what's in these things anyway, huh?
Joe Domingus: Nothing you

won't eat, Malarkey.
[he walks away]
Pvt. Ralph Spina: I won't eat Malarkey.
[they all start laughing again]
Pvt. John T. Julian: Hey, hey, maybe Hinkel would like your share, huh?
Pvt. Edward 'Babe' Heffron: I shoulda shot him when I had the chance.
Warren Muck: What, running backwards,

Babe?
2nd Lt. Thomas Peacock: [Lt. Peacock walks up] Anybody seen Lieutenant Dike?
Donald Malarkey: Uh, try battalion CP, sir.
[Peacock walks away, and the men start giggling once he is out of earshot]
Warren Muck: Try Paris.
Donald Malarkey: Try Hinkel.
[they all crack up again]

Pvt. Ralph Spina: [Spina puts on a bad German accent and makes to hug Heffron] Hinkel, sveetie, I'm home!
Pvt. Edward 'Babe' Heffron: [Heffron turns to Doc Roe, who is sitting nearby] Hey Eugene, Lieutenant Dike's got a full aid kit, try him.
Donald Malarkey: Yeah, I'm sure he's not usin' his.
[the men laugh again]

Pvt. John T. Julian: Maybe Hinkel's got a syrette for ya.
Warren Muck: Eat your strudel.
Donald Malarkey: [in his own bad German accent] Hey, Hinkel-Vinkel, eat ze armpit, huh?

Sgt. Burton 'Pat' Christenson: The stories about Speirs are probably all bullshit anyway.
Ken Webb: Stories? What stories?
Frank Perconte: Well, supposedly, Speirs shot one of his own men for being drunk.
Ken Webb: You're kidding. That's unbelievable.
Sgt. Burton 'Pat' Christenson: Yeah, and there's another one about

him giving cigarettes to twenty German POW's before killing 'em.
Ken Webb: He shot twenty POW's?
Frank Perconte: Well, actually, I heard it was more like thirty.
Ronald Spiers: [Speirs arrives] Christenson.
Sgt. Burton 'Pat' Christenson: Lieutenant Speirs.
Ronald Spiers: I got the name right,

didn't I? Christenson?
Sgt. Burton 'Pat' Christenson: Yes, sir.
Ronald Spiers: What are you men doing out here?
Sgt. Burton 'Pat' Christenson: We're watching the line, sir.
Ronald Spiers: Well, keep up the good work. While you're at it, you might want to reinforce your cover.
Frank

Perconte: Oh... well actually, sir, Lieutenant Dike said not even to bother, that we're only gonna be here one day.
Ronald Spiers: Lieutenant Dike said that, huh? Then forget what I said. Carry on.
[starting to walk away. Then turns around]
Ronald Spiers: Oh, anyone care for a smoke?
[Christenson and Perconte look at him

silently]
Ronald Spiers: [to Webb] You?
[Webb shakes his head vigorously]