Foster: Oh. Hope you don't mind, Mike. We helped ourselves to some of your hooch. Thought we would stop by for a..or a situation report on Sergeant Brody.

(sighs)

Foster: Situation report on Brody is this: He's been back three days, and it's gonna take a little more time until he's willing to come out of his shell, let alone his house. The man represents a significant victory in the war on terror, thanks to our friends at the CIA. I'm putting aside for the moment that Sergeant Brody owes them his life. These are the facts: Bin Laden's dead..and America thinks, or wants to think, that this war is drawing to an end. Politicians are pushing for a wholesale withdrawal from Afghanistan. But as we all know, Captain, the terrorists are still out there-- after blood. We need Brody in the public eye, reminding America that this is far from over.

Mike: What if he's not up for it..psychologically?

Foster: f*ck it. Drive on. Isn't that what you Marines say?

Mike: In combat, where we also sh1t in Saran Wrap and shoot to kill. You want Brody to do that, too?

Foster: Don't take that tone with me, Captain.

Mike: Career pencil-pusher, with his brown nose in my scotch saying, "f*ck it, drive on."