You people are at the position of attention! Private Perconte, have you been blousing your...

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.