Sobel Quotes

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.

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.