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Carter: I didn't know you smoked. Kovac: (holding a lit cigarette) I don't.

Luka: In the beginning there's always a lot of talk of national pride and patriotic speeches. But after a few weeks it becomes this; nothing but death and sadness. These people just want what everyone else wants: their kids to have something to eat; to see them grow up, laughing, happy. They don't care where the border is or who gets to call themselves president. They just want this to stop. Carter: I don't even begin to try to understand the politics here. Luka: You are an American, Carter. You believe that if people are given a chance to convert to democracy, the world would be a better place. Carter: What's the alternative? Military dictatorships? Luka: You fight wars from the sky with bombs and missiles. Then your planes land back on the aircraft carrier and the pilots watch Drew Carey on satellite TV. Carter: Hey, American soldiers died in Iraq. Luka: Yeah, but your children don't starve to death while your men fight. Your women aren't raped. (long pause) I remember watching the television, reading the newspapers, saying that we had to fight. And then my family was gone. I couldn't remember why it was all so important. What difference did it all make? My children were dead.

Carter: Where are you from? Your English is excellent. Gillian: Montreal. We speak a little English up there.

Gillian: I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed, and uh, I hope someone will join me. (Gillian leaves) Luka: How's Abby? Carter: I didn't do anything with Gillian, I swear. Luka: So you won't mind, if I... Carter: No. Knock yourself out. Luka: See you in the morning.

Carter: What should I tell Weaver? Luka: Whatever you want. Carter: Can I tell her you're coming back? Luka: I don't know. Carter: Don't do anything stupid. Luka: (smiles) Like what? Carter: Like get yourself killed.