Will Marsh: Buck Fush? Buck you, you son of a bitch.

Police Sergeant: Been in there for about an hour. Kept asking for you.

Penelope Marsh: Will, what happened over there?

Will Marsh: I don't really remember. You know. It's like a dream. Hazy dream.

Penelope Marsh: Then tell me. I wanna know.

Will Marsh: Do you? Wanna know what a blast wound looks like? What an OR in the desert smells like? What really happens to them? How they die? You really wanna know? You want us to come back like nothing ever happened. You don't want to get your hands dirty with the details.