Band of Brothers2001

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] 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] 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] 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] 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] I wouldn't take this rusty piece of sh*t to war, and I will not take *you* to war in your condition! [he thrusts the bayonet into the ground] Now, thanks to these men and their infractions, every man in the company who had a weekend pass... has lost it. [pause] Change into your PT gear, we're running Currahee.