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Liebgott's "baby bear hunched stomping" đ»
just absolutely living for bullâs face when lieb says âwhy donât we just shoot bull here, feed the company for a whole week?â
âboi are u serious i will slap u with the power of arkansasâ
sorry if this has been posted before, but in Last Patrol Liebgott totally steals a Hershey bar while Luz gives Web that box
Babe, explaining love languages to Liebgott: ⊠so, like, my love language is physical touch, but Geneâs is acts of service.
Liebgott:
Babe: Whatâs your love language?
Liebgott: Physical touch.
Babe: Punching doesnât count.
Lieb: Web is a bit sore from last night.
Chuck: Oh?
Lieb: He and I were fighting over the last piece of chocolate. I got a bit intense.
Webster: Is Joe here?
Grant: You know what?
[Joe jumping out the window in the background]
Grant: He just left.
Webster: [Smiles]
Liebgott, slams hands on table: Thatâs it, Iâm killing him!
Grant: Or you could man up and finally ask him out.
Liebgott: Killing him is easier.
Webster: I just... I just canât deal with this anymore! *buries his face in his hands and starts crying*
Liebgott, am emotionally stunted man who has no idea how to comfort people: Oh...Youâre- um- crying...Please...donât do that...
âI will corrupt youâ squad: Luz, Liebgott, Speirs, Nixon, Heffron, Toye, Guarnere
âNo, protect the innocent!â gang: Martin, Lipton, Compton, Randleman, Powers, Winters, Welsh, Malarkey
âThe innocentâ nest: Webster and Doc Roe
[E Company huddled around a table]
Guarnere: Hey! Capân Winters, Capân Nixon, câmere for a second!
Luz: We have something for ya!
Nixon & Winters: *jogging over*
Nixon: Whatcha got there?
E Company: *smiling*
Liebgott: *gives them both hand-made Fatherâs Day cards signed by all of them*
Winters, a mess: Oh...my...God
Nixon: *crying*
Babe: *hands Speirs a card* We made one for you, too, Lieutenant Speirs.
Malarkey: Do you like it?
Speirs, choking up: Itâs fine.
Webster: [accidentally brushes Liebgottâs hand with his own]
Liebgott: [aggressively holds Websterâs hand] Fucking COMMIT to it
Liebgott: I sleep with a bat by my pillow
Luz: weak, I sleep with my rifle
Lipton: youâre both pathetic
Nixon: [not paying attention, taking a sip of coffee] tell âem, Lip
Liebgott: what do you sleep with?
Lipton: Speirs
Nixon: [spits out coffee]
Lieb: Woah, Web is so pretty.
Chuck: Donât be jealous Lieb, youâre really pretty too.
Lieb: Iâm not being jealous, Iâm being gay.