El Caníbal1980

Jack:
[having a flashback] Peter!

Peter Weston:
What's the matter, Jack?

Jack:
It was just like this place... all those bombs. Oh! Oh my poor head. I hate the jungle and its humidity.

Peter Weston:
Come now. It's all over now.

Jack:
...and these shadows...

Peter Weston:
We're not in Vietnam now.

Jack:
This heat...

Peter Weston:
Come on!

Jack:
The blood was all over the place. I can't take it. Not again. Get me outta here. I can't get these painful memories out if my head

Peter Weston:
Calm down. Come on... you most control yourself

Jack:
Wait a minute. Let me take a pill. [moans]

Peter Weston:
OK?

Jack:
That'll be better. It'll steady my nerves.

Peter Weston:
Come on!

Jack:
I'm sorry, Peter. But I just can't get it out of my mind. I was the only one who survived. You know that? The only one!

Peter Weston:
I know, I know. You'll get over it in time. I promise.