Most scenes together: SFC William James & SGT J.T. Sanborn (4)
What were you doing out there?
Visiting a whorehouse.
Okay. If I let you back in, will you tell me where it is exactly?
COL Reed You the guy in the flaming car, Sergeant James?
Afternoon, sir. Uh, yes, sir.
COL Reed Well, that's just hot shit. You're a wild man, you know that?
Uh, yes, sir.
COL Reed He's a wild man. You know that? I want to shake your hand.
Thank you, sir.
COL Reed Yeah. How many bombs have you disarmed?
Uh, I'm not quite sure.
COL Reed Sergeant?
Yes, sir.
COL Reed I asked you a question.
Eight hundred seventy-three, sir.
COL Reed Eight hundred! And seventy-three. Eight hundred! And seventy-three. That's just hot shit. Eight hundred and seventy-three.
Counting today, sir, yes.
COL Reed That's gotta be a record. What's the best way to... go about disarming one of these things?
The way you don't die, sir.
COL Reed That's a good one. That's spoken like a wild man. That's good.
Contractor Team Leader This is the wrench man.
Hello wrench man.
You know you can shoot people out here... You don't have to throw a wrench.
**** off!
Contractor Team Leader We have a flat tire. Can you help us?
Sure, yeah. Do you have spares?
Contractor Team Leader We have spares, but we've used up our wrench.
How do you use up a wrench?
Contractor Team Leader Well, uh, see the guy over there, with the red thing on his head? Well he threw it at someone.
Are you within 100 meters of the IED?
Hell I don't know Sanborn, I'll tell you when I’m on top of it.
I can't get it in.
SGT Matt Thompson What do you mean you can't get it in? Pretend it's your dick.
How about I pretend it's your dick?
SGT Matt Thompson Well in that case you'll never get it in.
I'm not ready to die, James.
Well, you're not going to die out here, bro.
Another two inches? Shrapnel zings by; slices my throat. I'll bleed out like a pig in the sand; nobody'll give a shit. I mean my parents? They'll care, but they don't count, man. Who else? I don't even have a son.
Well, you're gonna have plenty of time for that, amigo.
No, man. I'm done. I want a son. I want a little boy, Will. I mean, how do you do it, you know? Take the risk?
I don't know. I guess I don't think about it.
But you realize every time you suit up, every time we go out, it's life or death. You roll the dice, and you deal with it. You recognize that don't you?
Yeah... Yeah, I do. But I don't know why. [sighs] I don't know, J.T. You know why I'm that way?
No, I don't.
So you're a Ranger, huh?
Yeah.
I spent seven years in intelligence before coming to EOD. We ran missions through the worst shitholes you can imagine. So, I'm pretty sure I can figure out a redneck piece of trailer trash like you.
Looks like you're on the track. See you out there, man.
Aren't you glad the Army has all these tanks parked here? Just in case the Russians come and we have to have a big tank battle?
I'd rather be on the side with the tanks, just in case, than not have them.
Yeah, but they don't do anything. I mean, anyone comes alongside a Humvee, we're dead. Anybody even looks at you funny, we're dead. Pretty much the bottom line is, if you're in Iraq, you're dead. How's a **** tank supposed to stop that?
Would you shut the **** up, Owen?
Sorry. Just trying to scare the new guy.
You love playing with that. You love playing with all your stuffed animals. You love your Mommy, your Daddy. You love your pajamas. You love everything, don't ya? Yea. But you know what, buddy? As you get older, some of the things you love might not seem so special anymore. Like your Jack-in-a-Box. Maybe you'll realize it's just a piece of tin and a stuffed animal. And then you forget the few things you really love. And by the time you get to my age, maybe it's only one or two things. With me, I think it's one.
There's enough bang in there to blow us all to Jesus. If I'm gonna die, I want to die comfortable.
This box is full of stuff that almost killed me.
