Killing Fields

Dith Pran:
We must be like the ox, and have no thought, except for the Party. And have no love, but for the Angka. People starve, but we must not grow food. We must honor the comrade children, whose minds are not corrupted by the past.

Sydney Schanberg:
You forgive me?

Dith Pran:
Nothing to forgive Sydney. Nothing.

Jon Swain:
Where do they get this crap?

Al Rockoff:
That guy across the gate there. The little guy. Could we all not look at once, please? I have it on reliable sources that that's none other than Hugh Elder.

Jon Swain:
You're kidding . . .

Al Rockoff:
He's disguised, but I got a little suspicious about it, you know what I mean?

Dith Pran:
How does he get his copy out?

Al Rockoff:
How does he get his copy out? Specially trained hens. Yeah, the BBC has commissioned them to walk past the Khmer Rouge like they're regular fowl, and then they've been crossing the border into Thailand every day and every night.

Morgan:
For chrissakes, Sydney, why didn't you get him out then you had the chance? You had no right to keep him here! Funny sense of priorities.

Dith Pran:
I'm a reporter too, Morgan! I know his heart. I love him like my brother, and I'd do anything for him! Anything!