Nixon: I Like My Mornings To Be Slow And Quiet.

“When examining the letters and memoirs of soldiers from the Medical Department, it soon becomes apparent that the image created by the infantry is different from reality. The medics of the Second World War did not receive the thorough training that was expected of them, they were prone to psychological breakdowns, and under extreme conditions, they were even insubordinate. 

Their war was no different from the men they were attached to.”

Robert Del Toro, Fighting a War Without Rifles: Deconstructing the Image of the Unflappable Medic 

Babe: I just realized that I have two ears.

Guarnere: You just realized that you have two ears?

a constant mood, pals

Nixon, at Starbucks: can I get a venti vanilla latte with uhh, seven espresso shots

Speirs, next in line: Jesus Christ just do cocaine

Rest of Easy Company when facing a problem: *solves it normally*

Speirs when facing a problem:

Babe Heffron: Captain? I’m having problems with a boy.

Ron Speirs: Like “his dead body won’t fit into your trunk” problems or “you like him” problems?

Babe Heffron: … “I like him” problems.

Ron Speirs: Too bad, I could have helped with the other one.

Webster: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Liebgott: It's not a joke! I'm a legit snack!

Winter: Lip, gather the others, we need to have another Luz-is-doing-somethlng-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-hlm-before-he-hurts-someone convention .

Eugene Roe + Smiling