Sergeant JT Sanborn Quotes

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: I don't know, JT. You know why, you know... I'm the way I am?
Sergeant JT Sanborn: No, I don't.

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

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.

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: All right.
Contractor Team Leader: Thank you.
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!

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: How about I pretend it's your dick?
Sergeant JT Sanborn: You'd never get it in if you did that.

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: 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?