[with blood covering his face, speaking to Col. McKnight] Othic: Colonel, I can't see shit.
[watching Wex as he prepares for the mission] Joyce: Look at this man Ruiz, he's taping his blood type to his boot. That's bad luck. Ruiz: No. That's smart. [pulls out a death/goodbye letter] Ruiz: All Delta do that. Joyce: That's bad luck too, man.
Todd Blackburn: Thats a nice beach down there. Hows the water? Durant: Yeah, its nice and warm... and it's loaded with sharks.
Durant: Gordy! Shughart: Gordy's gone man. I'll be outside. Good luck.
General Garrison: This isn't Iraq, you know. Much more complicated than that.
