- George Luz: [reading aloud Col. Sink's announcement of the impending jump into Normandy] "Soldiers of the Regiment! Tonight is the night of nights. Today, as you read this, you are en route to the great adventure for which you have trained for over two years."
- Bill Guarnere: So that's why they gave us ice cream.
- Rudolph R. Dittrich: This stuff is orange. Spaghetti ain't supposed to be orange.
- Frank Perconte: This ain't spaghetti. This is Army noodles with ketchup.
- Bill Guarnere: You ain't gotta eat it.
- Frank Perconte: Come on, Gonorrhea, as a fellow Italian you should know that calling this crap spaghetti is a mortal sin.
- Bill 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.
- Walter S. Gordon Jr.: How do you know he's a Quaker?
- Bill Guarnere: He ain't Catholic.
- Donald G. Malarkey: Neither's Sobel.
- Bill Guarnere: That prick's a son of Abraham.
- Cpl. Joseph Liebgott: A what?
- Bill Guarnere: He's a Jew.
- Cpl. Joseph Liebgott: [gets up and squares off against Guarnere] I'm a Jew.
- Bill Guarnere: Congratulations. Get your nose outta my face.
- [they begin fighting]
- Denver (Bull) Randleman: I'm going to say something.
- George Luz: To who?
- Denver (Bull) Randleman: Lieutenant Winters.
- Richard D. Winters: What is it?
- Denver (Bull) Randleman: Permission to speak, sir?
- Richard D. Winters: Permission granted.
- Denver (Bull) Randleman: Sir, we got nine companies, sir.
- Richard D. Winters: That we do.
- Denver (Bull) Randleman: Well, how come we're the only company marching every Friday night, 12 miles, full pack, in the pitch dark?
- Richard D. Winters: Why do you think, Private Randleman?
- Denver (Bull) Randleman: Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir.
- Richard D. Winters: Lieutenant Sobel does not hate Easy Company, Private Randleman... He just hates you.
- Denver (Bull) Randleman: Thank you, sir.
- Old Man on Bicycle: You've done it now, yanks. You've captured me.
- Herbert M. Sobel: Hi-Ho, Silver!
- Old Man on Bicycle: Would that be the enemy?
- Richard D. Winters: As a matter of fact, yes.
- Edward J. Tipper: What's all that about?
- Rudolph R. Dittrich: Gonorrhea called Sobel a Jew. Liebgott took offense 'cause he's a Jew, too.
- Edward J. Tipper: Pfft. Fighting over Sobel, that's smart.
- Joseph D. 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 webbing, my .45, canteen, two cartons of smokes, Hawkins mine, two grenades, smoke grenade, gamma grenade, TNT, this bullshit and a pair of nasty skivvies.
- Frank Perconte: What's your point?
- Joseph D. Toye: You know, this stuff weighs as much as I do. I've still got my chute, my reserve chute, my Mae West, my M-1.
- Frank Perconte: Where are you keeping your brass knuckles?
- Joseph D. Toye: I could use some brass knuckles.
- George Luz: [Imitating 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?
- Joseph D. Toye: Luz, just give me a drink.
- George Luz: [Normal voice] Hell of an idea, Joe. There you go. Three miles up, three miles down.
- Warren H. (Skip) Muck: Right now, some lucky bastard's headed for the South Pacific. Oh, what I would give. He's gonna get billeted on some tropical island...
- Donald G. Malarkey: Keep talking.
- Warren H. (Skip) Muck: ...sitting under a palm tree with six naked native girls...
- Donald G. Malarkey: Oh, yeah.
- Warren H. (Skip) Muck: ...helping him cut up coconuts, so he can hand-feed 'em to the flamingos.
- Joseph P. Domingus: Flamingos are mean. They bite.
- Wayne A. (Skinny) Sisk: So do the naked native girls.
- Frank Perconte: With any luck.
- Richard D. Winters: [Upon receiving his letter of court marshal] No sir, I do not understand. Your orders to me were to inspect the latrines at 1000 hours. From 0930 to 0955 I was censoring the enlisted men's mail by order of Colonel Strayer. At 1000 hours I followed your orders to the minute.
- Herbert M. Sobel: I changed that time to 0945
- Richard D. Winters: No one told me, sir.
- Herbert M. Sobel: I telephoned.
- Richard D. Winters: I'm quartered with a family that has no telephone.
- Herbert M. Sobel: And sent a runner.
- Richard D. Winters: No runner found me, Captain.
- Herbert M. Sobel: Irregardless, when given a task by a ranking officer you should have delegated your task of latrine inspection to another officer. You failed to do so. Were I to let such a failure of duty by my own XO go unpunished what kind of message is that to the men?
- Richard D. Winters: I performed my duty as I was ordered, sir
- Herbert M. Sobel: And I disagree. So, your options are quite simple, Lieutenant. Punishment for your offences will be denial of a 48-hour pass for 60 days. Stand before me at attention!
- [Winters walks up to Sobel's desk and snaps to attention]
- Herbert M. Sobel: Or you may initiate a letter of appeal and request a trial by court-martial. You spend your weekends on the base anyway, Dick, be a man and take the punishment.
- Richard D. Winters: May I borrow your pen, sir?
- [He doesn't even wait for Sobel to answer before reaching across the desk and grabbing the pen. He then signs the court-marshal order and hands it to Sobel]
- Richard D. Winters: My endorsement, sir. I request trial by court-martial.
- [He snaps back to attention, salutes and leaves without being dismissed, leaving a very stunned Sobel behind]
- Herbert M. Sobel: [Easy Company is standing outside, awaiting the arrival of their CO, who comes in yelling] You people are at the position of attention!
- [Everyone straightens up as Sobel marches up and down the columns, looking for infractions. He stops in front of one of them]
- Herbert M. Sobel: Private Perconte have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?
- Frank Perconte: No, sir.
- Herbert M. Sobel: Then explain the creases at the bottom.
- Frank Perconte: No excuse, sir.
- Herbert M. 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.
- [He walks up to another solidier]
- Herbert M. Sobel: Name?
- George Luz: Luz, George
- Herbert M. Sobel: [He inspects Luz's rifle] Dirt in the rear side aperture, pass revoked.
- [He picks out another soldier and begins picking at his arm]
- Herbert M. Sobel: When did sew on these chevrons, Sgt. Lipton?
- C. Carwood Lipton: Yesterday, sir.
- Herbert M. Sobel: Long enough to notice this?
- [He holds up a small piece of lint or thread]
- Herbert M. Sobel: Revoked.
- C. Carwood Lipton: Sir.
- Herbert M. Sobel: [Continues walking through the columns] Name?
- Donald G. Malarkey: Malarkey, Donald G.
- Herbert M. Sobel: Malarkey, Malarkey's slang for 'bullshit', isn't it?
- Donald G. Malarkey: Yes, sir.
- Herbert M. Sobel: [He examines Malarkey's gun] Rust on the butt plate hinge spring, Private 'Bullshit", revoked.
- [He continues on to the next soldier]
- Herbert M. Sobel: Name?
- Cpl. Joseph Liebgott: Liebgott, Joseph D., sir.
- Herbert M. Sobel: [Pulling out Liebgott's bayonet point] Rusty bayonet, Liebgott. You want to kill Germans?
- Cpl. Joseph Liebgott: Yes, sir
- Herbert M. Sobel: [He smacks him on the helmet with his bayonet] Not with this.
- [He walks away from the troops, holding up the bayonet]
- Herbert M. Sobel: I would not take this rusty piece of shit to war, and I will not take you in your condition. 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.
- Herbert M. Sobel: [Colonel Sink and Captain Sobel are discussing the mutiny of Easy Company's NCOs] I can only speculate, sir, most of the men would never do this. But I believe just a few of the sergeants may have felt their loyalty more to the platoon than to the company.
- Col. Robert F. Sink: And these few sergeants convinced all of the other NCOs in your company to turn in their stripes?
- Herbert M. Sobel: As Staff Sergeants they have a great amount of influence, sir, but as I say the rest are good men. I know them, I can work with them.
- Col. Robert F. Sink: This business with the Winters court marshal has been an unpleasant distraction.
- Herbert M. Sobel: Indeed, indeed it has, sir.
- Col. Robert F. Sink: However, your command of Easy Company has been exemplary.
- Herbert M. Sobel: Thank you, sir.
- Col. Robert F. Sink: In fact, except for the actions of some of your non-coms, I believe you've fielded one of the finest companies of soldiers I've ever seen.
- Herbert M. Sobel: Yes, sir.
- Col. Robert F. Sink: Herbert, Division has established a parachute training school at Chilton Foliat. The idea is for non-infantry types who are vital to the coming invasion such as doctors and chaplains to take jump training there. Frankly I can't think of anyone more qualified to command such a school than you are.
- Herbert M. Sobel: Sir?
- Col. Robert F. Sink: I'm reassigning you to Chilton Foliat.
- Herbert M. Sobel: [Looking absolutely stunned] I'm losing Easy Company?
- Col. Robert F. Sink: The war effort needs you elsewhere.
- Herbert M. Sobel: Permission to speak, sir?
- Col. Robert F. Sink: Granted.
- Herbert M. Sobel: Is... who will be replacing me?
- Col. Robert F. Sink: Lieutenant Meehan from Baker Company is senior. Good luck at Chilton Foliat, Herbert. Don't let us down, now.
- Herbert M. Sobel: [Still in a state of shock, he stands to shake Sink's hand] No, sir.
- Bill Guarnere: [the Easy Company NCOs are gathered in a tent, having a serious discussion after learning of Dick Winters' upcoming court-martial, and the fact that for the second time, Captain Sobel has screwed up a training exercise] Not me.
- Charles E. (Chuck) Grant: So we're going through with this, right?
- Myron Mike Ranney: We've gotta do something.
- Charles E. (Chuck) Grant: Yeah.
- C. Carwood Lipton: Alright. Good. But we'd all better be clear about the consequences.
- John W. Martin: I don't care about the consequences.
- C. Carwood Lipton: John, we could be lined up against a wall and shot. Now I'm ready to face that. And every one of us had better be, too.
- Bill Guarnere: I will *not* follow that man into combat.
- Denver (Bull) Randleman: Me neither.
- C. Carwood Lipton: Alright. Then let's do it.
- Bill Guarnere: [Everyone takes out paper and pencils, and follow Guarnere's lead as they resign from the company] 'I hereby no longer wish to serve as a non-commissioned officer in Easy Company.'
- C. Carwood Lipton: [Everyone hands their notices to Lipton] Alright boys. Good luck.
- Col. Robert F. Sink: [the Easy Company non-coms are in Colonel Sink's office after handing in their letters of resignation] I ought to have you all shot! This is nothing less than an act of mutiny while we prepare for the goddamn invasion of Europe. Sgt. Harris?
- Terence C. (Salty) Harris: Sir.
- Col. Robert F. Sink: Turn in your stripes, collect your gear. You are hereby transferred out of my regiment.
- Terence C. (Salty) Harris: [Saluting] Sir.
- Col. Robert F. Sink: Get out.
- [Harris turns and leaves]
- Col. Robert F. Sink: Sgt. Ranney?
- Myron Mike Ranney: Sir?
- Col. Robert F. Sink: You can consider yourself lucky, I'm only busting you down to private. All of you NCOs have disgraced the 101 Airborne! You can consider yourself lucky that we are on the eve of the largest action in the history of warfare, which leaves me no choice but to spare your lives. Now get out of my office and get out of my sight.
- [Everyone salutes and turns to leave]
- Col. Robert F. Sink: Get!
- Easy Company: [Luz begins singing while running Currahee, as the rest of the company joins in] We fall 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, goddamn we're Airborne Infantry!