You alright?
Oh yeah, I'm fine, Cooper. I mean, I feel... absolutely fantastic. That's the problem, isn't it, eh? What if she's wrong? What if they're not all in there, eh?
Then we get some of 'em. It's a shitload better than none of 'em, and a marked improvement on all of us.
No no no, you listen to me. You get the **** out now. I hold 'em back, I keep 'em occupied, and you get out.
We've lost enough men for one night, d'ye think?
Let me show you something. [opens his jacket and removes his bandage, showing his near-disemboweling to have almost fully healed] Now do not tell me that that is **** normal. What happened to Ryan is happening to me. It's just a matter of time, mate.
Stop wasting time with this hari-kari crap. This fight isn't lost yet.
With Ryan, it only took a couple of hours, mate. It's a full moon. I mean, I don't know, maybe it's like when you need to take a piss or something, I don't know. When you gotta go, you gotta **** go.
Or maybe it's more like needin' a shite. Just cos' you need one doesn't mean you drop your kegs and pinch one off. [Wells chuckles] Anyway, **** Ryan. Shifty bastard could've been one of those things from the start.
You know, Coop, there's one more thing you've gotta learn about command, mate: Sometimes the people that you kill... are your own men.

