Bull: (to Lt. Winters, as Easy Company is marching one Friday night) Sir, we got nine companies, sir… well how come we're the only company marching every Friday night, twelve miles, full pack, in the pitch dark?
Winters: Why do you think, Pvt. Randleman?
Bull: Lt. Sobel hates us, sir!
Winters: (pauses a moment) Lt. Sobel does not hate Easy Company, Pvt. Randleman – he just hates you! (rest of Easy Company laughs)