The A-Team1983

Murdock:
Well, B.A. Baracus, what's it feel like now you here? You taking it all in? It's hard to imagine that, centuries ago, your tribesmen, settled right here, on this ground upon which we lay. Look at the dirt, go on, look at it, look at it, look at it. The tips of their toes curdled around each particle of dirt right here in the palm of my hand. The ashes from their campfires, right here in the palm of my hand. The drippings from their pots and pans, right here in the palm of my hand. The leftovers after Sunday dinner right here in the palm of my hand. B.A. Baracus, this is your roots!

B.A. Baracus:
[grabs the dirt] This is dirt, fool, which I'm gonna stuff in your face if you don't shut up. [walks off]

Faceman:
What's the matter with him?

Murdock:
Eh! Nostalgia.