Private Reiben: You want to explain the math of this to me? I mean, where's the sense in risking the lives of the eight of us to save one guy? Captain Miller: Anyone wanna answer that? Medic Wade: Reiben, think about the poor bastard's mother. Privat...
I'm ready for something private, private and real
Small businesses create half of the jobs in the private sector.
You balance the budget by restraining the growth of government and encouraging the growth of the private sector.
Government can't create wealth, but it can create the conditions for private enterprise to flourish.
My private life... Nobody should care. I think it's weird.
I'm a very shy person towards my intimacy and private life.
I've got my private life - that's sacred - and I didn't have that before.
I don't want three million people digesting my private life over their cornflakes.
I was completely unprepared for the public spectacle my private life became, and didn't like it a bit.
I just don't think any job is worth sacrificing your private life for.
People always seem to be interested in my private life because I'm married to a pop star.
I have a private life in which I do not permit interference. It must be respected.
I'm a private person. I'm shy about people knowing things.
I am basically a private person.
I always intended to return to the private sector.
I like to keep some things to myself, because its called a private life, not public.
I've had my ups and downs in my private life.
Mellish: Fucked up beyond all recognition. Upham: FUBAR.
Sergeant Horvath: This time the mission is the man.
Private Jackson: What I mean by that, sir, is if you was to put me and this here sniper rifle anywhere up to and including one mile from Adolf Hitler... with a clean line of sight... Pack your bags, fellas. War's over. Amen.
