Band of Brothers (2001)
Donnie Wahlberg: C. Carwood Lipton
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Quotes
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Carwood Lipton : [narrating as Lieutenant Speirs runs across the battlefield] At first the Germans didn't shoot at him. I think they couldn't quite believe what they were seeing. But that wasn't the really astounding thing. The astounding thing was that, after he hooked up with I Company, he came back.
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Ronald Spiers : 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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Alex Penkala : 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.
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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.
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'Popeye' Wynn : Hey Sarge, you think this is a ticket home?
Carwood Lipton : [fixing Popeye's wound] Could be.
'Popeye' Wynn : Aw shit, I just got here!
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Cpl. Donald Hoobler : Down he goes, right out of his saddle like a sack of potatoes. Outstanding accuracy on my part if I do say so myself.
Lipton : But you do.
Cpl. Donald Hoobler : Which I do. Hell, Shifty, I think maybe I could've even given you a run for your money.
SSgt. Darrel 'Shifty' Powers : No, No, I'm not a good shot. Now Dad, he was an excellent shot - excellent, I declare. He could shoot the wings off a fly.
