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Quotes of Movie: "Band of Brothers" [2001]
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Crazy Joe McKlosky was fucking nuts... that's why they called him Crazy Joe. Where you hit, Pop? 'Popeye' Wynn: I can't believe, I fucked up! My ass, sir. 'Buck' Compton: Your ass? [Lt. Compton checks his wound] 'Buck' Compton: Holy shit! Looks like you guys are going to be surrounded. Richard Winters: We're paratroopers, Lieutenant. We're supposed to be surrounded. [real life interview with Winters where he quotes.com/" title="Quotes, Aphorisms, Phrases">quotes Mike Ranney on how Ranney answered a question his grandson once asked him] I treasure my remark to my grandson who asked, "Grandpa, were you a hero in the war?" Grandpa said, "No... but I served in a company of heroes". | |
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Captain Sobel, we salute the rank, not the man. The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead. 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. [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 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. 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*. [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. We're not lost, Private... we're in Normandy. 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. I swam the across the Niagara once. Alex Penkala: Yeah? Warren Muck: I swear. On a bet. George Luz: What, in a barrel? Warren Muck: No... God! I didn't go over the falls, George. I swam across the river. Ten miles up from the Falls. I tell ya that current is damn strong. It must have carried me at least two miles down stream before I made it across, but I got across. Now personally, I didn't think it was all that stupid. But my mom and my sister Ruth... they gave me all kinds of hell. Alex Penkala: Well, they do have a point. You're an idiot. Holy shit! SSgt. Floyd 'Tab' Talbert: It's a whole other company. Sgt. Martin: No shit. Harry, fire's not a good idea. Harry Welsh: Just a couple of minutes. We're in a dell. Richard Winters: A dell? Like where fairies and gnomes live? Cpt. Nixon: I swear I thought I could smell a fire... I DID smell a fire. Are you out of your mind? Richard Winters: Well, we're in a dell. Cpt. Nixon: Huh? Hey guys, I'm glad we're going to Europe. [takes out his knife] Joe Toye: 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. Once we get into combat, they only people you can trust is yourself and the fella next to you. Joe Toye: Hey, as long as he's a paratrooper. Sobel's a genius. I had a headmaster in prep school who was just like him. I know the type. Richard Winters: Lew, Michaelangelo's a genius. Beethoven's a genius. Cpt. 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? 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. Frank Perconte: With any luck. That night, I thanked God for seeing me through that day of days and prayed I would make it through D plus 1. I also promised that if some way I could get home again, I would find a nice peaceful town and spend the rest of my life in peace. 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. George Luz: Lieutenant, are you going to shoot lefty all night? Joe Toye: Hey, c'mon. George Luz: I'm just curious cause he's right-handed. 'Buck' Compton: [switches hands] George, what would I do without George Luz? Hey Luz, how far are we going? George Luz: Oh, Jesus, Frank, I don't know. Until they tell us to stop. Donald Hoobler: High ground. There's high ground up ahead. Frank Perconte: Okay, genius. Answer me this, then. How come Easy Company is the only company who's either at the front of an advance, or, like now, exposed at the far edge of the line? Donald Hoobler: To keep you on your toes. Frank Perconte: No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying, we're never in the middle. And we're the fifth of nine companies in this regiment. Able to Item. Think of it. 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. 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. | |
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