Staff Sergeant Will Montgomery: We walk into these people lives, we don't know shit.
Captain Tony Stone: Trust me... you don't wanna know.
Dale Martin: Look at that tree. Look at that fucking tree! The same age as my son.
Captain Tony Stone: It should be in the next couple of blocks.
Staff Sergeant Will Montgomery: We should just ask someone.
Captain Tony Stone: No! First of all, men don't ask for directions. Much less soldiers.
Captain Tony Stone: Civilian life's for people who ain't seen shit. It's too late for you, you've already seen the shit, you can't unsee it anymore. You can't be an insurance salesman now, brother, it's too fukin' late.
Alan: What happened to you guys?
Captain Tony Stone: Oh, I wouldn't worry, we do all our own stunts.
Captain Tony Stone: You gotta wake the fuck up! You're not in high school, you're not in a fuckin' rock band, you're in the Army.
Staff Sergeant Will Montgomery: Yeah, I know. I know I'm in the Army. I gave blood to the Army. I got blown up in a fire-fight that lasted longer than your entire war. I didn't sunbath in Kuwait with the rest of the POGs.
Captain Tony Stone: I'd like to strap her on and wear her like a government issued gas mask.
Captain Tony Stone: Men are the ones that try harder to keep it together. They also can hurt you.
Olivia Pitterson: Did you ever loose anybody?
Staff Sergeant Will Montgomery: Yeah. Friends, over there. My father, during peace time, drunk driver.
Olivia Pitterson: Did they catch him?
Staff Sergeant Will Montgomery: No, my father was the drunk driver.
Captain Tony Stone: All I ever wanted was to get shot at. Is that too much to ask for, on the battlefield? A battle?
Captain Tony Stone: I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' shit, I'm a goddamn decorated war hero with three months left to serve, and they draft me into the angels-of-death squadron. I get a beeper, a canned speech, and a lunatic commanding officer to serve a fuckin' ocean of grief. Am I right?
Staff Sergeant Will Montgomery: More or less, sir. Am I right?
