Army Wives

Roxy LeBlanc:
I just want to know that you have faults, Trevor. You know, like normal people.

Trevor LeBlanc:
[nods] Okay. Well, I jump to conclusions, I'm a terrible cook, I forget names, kinda clumsy, hence the knee, um... I can be impulsive and sometimes a little bit too sensitive.

[pause]

Trevor LeBlanc:
Feel better?

Roxy LeBlanc:
[chuckles] Yeah. Really, I do.

[Belgrad is holding Claudia Joy and Roland hostage at the hospital Roland works at]

Sgt Peter Belgrad:
[annoyed] Why are you talking?

Claudia Joy Holden:
Don't know. I figured if I'm going to die before lunch, I might as well get my two cents in.

[after they made love]

Chase Moran:
[euphoric] So... how ya been?

Pamela Moran:
[laughs softly] Don't joke.

Marilyn:
You have to ask yourself, Pamela, what would Jesus do?

Pamela Moran:
Why he'd slap you across the face.

Pamela Moran:
Vodka and a hammer! I need vodka and a hammer!

Pamela Moran:
You having a good time?

Roland Burton:
Let's just say childbirth is as disgusting as it is miraculous.

Roxy LeBlanc:
He hits you once, hit him back. He hits you twice, shoot him in the balls.

Roxy LeBlanc:
Somebody better be missing their balls.

Roxy LeBlanc:
For the first time Trevor and I did not have sex last night. What do you have to say about that?

Claudia Joy Holden:
I'm impressed.

Pamela Moran:
I'm jealous.

Denise Sherwood:
I'm speechless.

Roland Burton:
[all turn to look at Ronand.] I'm not here, please leave a message.

Roland Burton:
No, I'm still taking messages

Pamela Moran:
Hey, you're amping up the sex factor already Mrs. Sherwood

Roxy LeBlanc:
especially when he sees you in them jeans [hand gesture]

Denise Sherwood:
I should return those. I can't believe you talked me into buying them.

Jeremy Sherwood:
Mom, Dad's not dead.

Denise Sherwood:
No? But you'd like that wouldn't you?

Roxy LeBlanc:
You all just open your mouth and insert a shoe store.

Trevor LeBlanc:
Not every hero carries a gun and runs into battle. Sometimes their scientists and archaeologist. Did you know the Army has a bunch of those people over in Hawaii? Some of them are civilians, some are soldiers. And they form JPAC. And that stands for Joint Prisoners Missing in Action and Accounting Command. And it's their job to scower the globe and find missing soldiers. Their still finding doughboys from World War I buried under hayfields in Belgium. I can't even believe that. World War II soldiers in caves in Guatacanal. Now those heroes; no one's ever gonna give them a metal. No one's ever gonna throw them a parade. We'll probably never even know their names. But they will not quit until every missing soldier that fought for this country is found and returned home. For their families, and for us. I mean, what's more heroic than that?

Roxy LeBlanc:
So, you still think having your own microphone to tell the world off is a bad thing?

Pamela Moran:
[yellow VW bus takes her spot] Hey Gulligan!

Man dressed in hawaian shirt:
Gulligan?

Pamela Moran:
That was my parking space.

Man dressed in hawaian shirt:
Didn't see you.

Pamela Moran:
Like Hell you didn't. [car honk] Give it a rest. [at the hula guy] I had my blinker on and I was waiting.

Man dressed in hawaian shirt:
What's the big deal?

Pamela Moran:
The big deal is this is disaster number ten and it isn't even noon yet. My water heater's broken, I can't find my cell phone, and now I have to buy five bags of flour so my kids can make a paper mache horsie that's gonna be a frikkin' nightmare, so are you gonna move this damn car or are we gonna stand here doing the hulla all day?

Man dressed in hawaian shirt:
[intriqued] What's your name?

Pamela Moran:
This is Pamela Moran. I realize that this isn't my normal radio spot but normal isn't a word that applies much anymore, not around here. I don't know how to gently lead up to something like this so, I'm just going to say it. I just found out that someone very near to me died. As you all know, four days ago there was a bombing at the Hump bar, and the city is still not back to normal. People are trying to understand how something so horrible could have happened here. The destruction, debris, both physical and emotional have taken a heavy toll, though the army was quick to respond.

Pamela Moran:
I, too, was one of those who was glued to my television. It was as if I only listened to the news report long enough, watch the images enough times, that somehow it would all change. On that first day we were hungering for information, my son came up to me and asked me if I would take him to the beach. Our adult world was falling apart but in my child's world he just wanted to go to the beach. He said he found this secret place where the gold star fish are and he wanted to show it to me. But no I couldn't pull myself away. I just sat there in front of the television, hypnotized by it all.

Pamela Moran:
People who aren't in the military don't understand the unique bonds that are forged so quickly on an army post. Maybe it's because we move so much. You know when you rarely spend more than two or three years in one place, it forces you to get to the heart of things. That's why when one of these people who we've come to care about, like they're our own family, slips away, leaves us forever, the loss is almost unbearable.

Pamela Moran:
The mind plays tricks on us at times like this, it has to, we need it to. It's how we're able to power on and do what needs to be done. Even something as mundane as doing the dishes that are piling up in the sink or going out and getting up, doing what needs to be done for your loved ones. The future doesn't stop.

Pamela Moran:
We all searched for strength on that first day or two, I did. But whether what I found was true strength or just some part of our DNA that makes us want to reach out and help, I don't know.

Pamela Moran:
At times like this, we question our own strength. Or ability to hang on and not crumble. It's one of the things I admire the most about the army wives I've met. It must be a military thing. This capacity to press on despite the obstacles, to see a mission through to its completion.

Pamela Moran:
No matter what happens, that makes us question the world we live in, life goes on, as clich? as that sounds. One generation passes the baton to the next generation and the cycle of life continues.

Pamela Moran:
Regenerate, life renewed. What is it that the poets keep trying to hammer into our heads? Winter becomes spring, night becomes day. As one wave crashes onto the shore and disappears, another one appears behind it and another and another. I guess we humans just plain wanna stick around. The ride must be worth the price of admission, and it's not in us to give up hope. Even when any reason for hope as dwindled to almost nothing. This communal spirit, this crazy insistence, that we all really are connected and each other's care taker, it keeps us from sinking into despair, or sliding into the abyss.

Pamela Moran:
What is it about the human touch, holding a loved one close, and feeling their warmth, their heartbeat? I mean this is the army and frequently our loved ones are far away but their warmth doesn't have to be.

Pamela Moran:
At times it feels totally random, this roll of the dice on who lives and who dies. Trevor was alive, Marilyn was dead and the worse was yet to come.

Pamela Moran:
At some point words fail us and we're left with silence, silence and time. I read something once, to live, to hurt, to leave behind is not to die. I don't know what each of you is going to do today, but now is the time to tell those you love, that you love them. Like we loved Amanda and she lives in our heart still and will never be forgotten. Me, I think I'm going to pick up my kids and take that ride down to the ocean like they wanted. The water's beautiful this time of year. Besides, they know where they gold starfish are.

Amanda Holden:
Show me the mother, I'll show you the child [kisses Claudia Joy on forehead]

Claudia Joy Holden:
Show me the friend and I'll show you the man.

Amanda Holden:
Show me the mother; I'll show you the child