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Dodger:
[Dodger is going through Cat's carry-on bag]

Photojournalist Cat Von Seeger:
[throws aside a camera flash bulb] No flash.

Photojournalist Cat Von Seeger:
Wait a minute. That's mine. [Dodger stops her from retrieving the bulb]

Dodger:
New one's cheaper than a body bag. [Dodger continues going through Cat's carry-on bag throwing stuff out]

Photojournalist Cat Von Seeger:
Stop it! That is my personal property!

Dodger:
You're not going to a party on Park Avenue, lady.

Photojournalist Cat Von Seeger:
I know what I'm doing.

Dodger:
[Dodger throws Cat a M-16 assault rifle] You know how to handle this? Clean it, Load it, Use it? How about this? [shows Cat a knife] You know how to spot a land mine? A punji pit? A Bouncing Betty?

Photojournalist Cat Von Seeger:
Well like I said, you're the man that's going to teach me. [throws Dodger back his M-16 rifle] I learn fast.

Dodger:
Out there you hump as hard and as fast as the rest of us. You walk behind Answer Man. You do everything he does, nothing else. You step where he steps, no where else. He passes you a signal, you pass it back. You do anything to get my people hurt or to slow us up. [Dodger and Cat stare at each other]

Dodger:
[Dodger removes a pack of cigarettes from Cat's shirt pocket] Bad for your health. VC can smell 'em a mile away.

Dodger:
[Dodger reaches to check if Cat has dog tags] You got tags?

Photojournalist Cat Von Seeger:
[Cat grabs Dodgers wrist] I said I was ready. [shows dog tags] I am.

Dodger:
Get some ashes from that cook fire on the way out. Knock down that shine. [strokes Cats left cheek]

Dodger:
You too, Beckett.

Dodger:
[Cat is fixing her hair. There is a red bow in it] Charlie loves red.