The Hurt Locker Quotes

Guard at Liberty Gate: [after catching James coming back into the camp after having snuck out] What the fuck are you doing?

Staff Sergeant William James: I was in a whorehouse.

Guard at Liberty Gate: All right. If I let you in, will you tell me where it is exactly?

Sergeant JT Sanborn: I'm not ready to die, James.

Staff Sergeant William James: Well, you're not gonna die out here, bro.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: Another two inches, shrapnel zings by, slices my throat, I bleed out like a pig in the sand. Nobody'll give a shit. I mean my parents - they care - but they don't count, man. Who else? I don't even have a son.

Staff Sergeant William James: Well, you're gonna have plenty of time for that, amigo.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: Naw, man.

Staff Sergeant William James: You know?

Sergeant JT Sanborn: 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?

Staff Sergeant William James: I-I don't know. I mean, I just, uh... I guess I don't think about it.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: Every time we go out, it's life or death. You roll the dice. You recognize that, don't you?

Staff Sergeant William James: Yeah-yeah... Yeah, I do, but I don't know why, you know? Yeah...

Staff Sergeant William James: [sighs] I don't know, JT. You know why, you know... I'm the way I am?

Sergeant JT Sanborn: No, I don't.

Contractor Team Leader: We have a flat tire. Can you help us?

Staff Sergeant William James: Sure, yeah. You got any spares?

Contractor Team Leader: Well, we have spares, but we used up our wrench.

Staff Sergeant William James: How do you use up a wrench?

Contractor Team Leader: Well, the, uh... , the guy over there with the red thing on his head, he threw it at someone.

Staff Sergeant William James: [laughs] All right.

[gives thumbs up to Eldridge]

Contractor Team Leader: Thank you.

[introduces the soldiers]

Contractor Team Leader: This Chris. This is the wrench man.

Staff Sergeant William James: Hello, Wrench Man.

Contractor Team Leader: That's Jimmy.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: You know you can shoot people here. You don't have to throw a wrench.

Contractor Feisal: Fuck off!

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

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

Spc. Owen Eldridge: 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?

Sergeant JT Sanborn: I'd rather be on the side with the tanks, just in case, than not have 'em.

Spc. Owen Eldridge: 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 fucking tank supposed to stop that?

Sergeant JT Sanborn: Would you shut the fuck up, Owen, please?

Spc. Owen Eldridge: Sorry. Just tryin' to scare the new guy.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: Now push it in.

Sgt. Matt Thompson: I can't.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: What do you mean you can't? Pretend it's your dick, man.

Sgt. Matt Thompson: [laughs] How about I pretend it's your dick?

Sergeant JT Sanborn: You'd never get it in if you did that.

Staff Sergeant William James: [to Iraqi street kid] I'm gonna buy another DVD, okay? But... if it's shaky - look at me - or out of focus, or any way not 100%, I'm gonna chop off your goddamn head with a dull knife. How do you feel about... I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding.

[hands him his money]

Staff Sergeant William James: Here. You're a good kid.

[hugging kid's head]

Staff Sergeant William James: You're a good kid, aren't ya?

Sergeant JT Sanborn: [as a teammate approaches an unexploded bomb] You know, these detonators misfire all the time.

Spc. Owen Eldridge: What are you doing?

Sergeant JT Sanborn: I'm just saying shit happens. They misfire.

Spc. Owen Eldridge: He'd be obliterated to nothing.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: His helmet would be left. You could have that. Little specs of hair charred on the inside.

Spc. Owen Eldridge: Yeah. There'd be half a helmet somewhere, with bits of hair.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: Have to ask for a change in technique and protocol, and make sure this type of accident never happen again, you know? You'd have to write the report.

Spc. Owen Eldridge: Are you serious?

Sergeant JT Sanborn: I can't write it.

Staff Sergeant William James: I want my five bucks back, buddy.

Beckham: Five dollars for what, man? You crazy now?

Staff Sergeant William James: Yeah. The DVD you sold me was crap.

Beckham: You crazy, man. That's impossible. It's Hollywood special effects.

Staff Sergeant William James: No. It was shaky. It was out of focus, buddy.

Beckham: What, you want donkey porn?

Staff Sergeant William James: It's crap.

Beckham: Girls on dog? Gay sex, man? Anything you want, you get. I hook you up, man.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: Welcome to Bravo Company. Welcome to Camp Victory.

Staff Sergeant William James: Ah, Camp Victory? I thought this was Camp Liberty.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: Ah, no, they changed that about a week ago. 'Victory' sound' better.

Staff Sergeant William James: All right. Well, good. At least we're in the right place, right?

Sergeant JT Sanborn: Maybe you shouldn't take this down. You know, we get a lot of mortars at night. You know, the plywood on the windows help with the lateral frag coming through. That's why it's up dere.

Staff Sergeant William James: Yeah, well, it's not going to stop a mortar round from coming in through the roof, you know. Besides, I like the sunshine.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: [looking at a photo from Will's box] Who's that?

Staff Sergeant William James: That's my son. He's ' tough little bastard. Nothin' like me.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: You mean to tell me you married?

Staff Sergeant William James: Well, you know, I had a girlfriend and, uh, she got pregnant, so we got married, and we got divorced... or, you know, I thought we got divorced. I mean, she's still living in the house and she says we're still together, so I... I don't know. Wha-what does... what does that make her? I don't know.

Sergeant JT Sanborn: Dumb... for still being with your ass.

[laughs]

Staff Sergeant William James: [kicks at Sanborn] Hey! She ain't fucking dumb, all right? She's just loyal. She's just loyal, that's all.