The Hurt Locker

The rush of battle is often a potent and lethal addiction, for war is a drug.

Staff Sergeant William James:
There's enough bang in there to blow us all to Jesus. If I'm gonna die, I want to die comfortable.

Colonel Reed:
You the guy in the flaming car, Sergeant James?

Staff Sergeant William James:
Afternoon, sir. Uh, yes, sir.

Colonel Reed:
Well, that's just hot shit. You're a wild man, you know that?

Staff Sergeant William James:
Uh, yes, sir.

Colonel Reed:
He's a wild man. You know that? I want to shake your hand.

Staff Sergeant William James:
Thank you, sir.

Colonel Reed:
Yeah. How many bombs have you disarmed?

Staff Sergeant William James:
Uh, I'm not quite sure.

Colonel Reed:
Sergeant?

Staff Sergeant William James:
Yes, sir.

Colonel Reed:
I asked you a question.

Staff Sergeant William James:
Eight hundred seventy-three, sir.

Colonel Reed:
Eight hundred! And seventy-three. Eight hundred! And seventy-three. That's just hot shit. Eight hundred and seventy-three.

Staff Sergeant William James:
Counting today, sir, yes.

Colonel Reed:
That's gotta be a record. What's the best way to... go about disarming one of these things?

Staff Sergeant William James:
The way you don't die, sir.

Colonel Reed:
That's a good one. That's spoken like a wild man. That's good.