Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles (TV Series)

Goodbye to All That (2008)

Brian Austin Green: Derek Reese

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• Derek Reese : [after speaking to the general to get John into the military school]  Good news: you're in.

  John Connor : What's the bad news?

  Derek Reese : I'm in.

• [last lines] 

  Derek Reese : And he ran. He ran so fast. Fast enough to get to that tank before it got to Kyle's position. Fast enough to blow it skyhigh. We rescued forty prisoners that day. One of them was John Connor... Martin was always a great runner, but no one... no one could outrun a blast like that. He died, John. He died for you. We all die for you.

• [John reads an article about a man who has been killed] 

  Derek Reese : His name is Martin Bedell. He was in century work camp with you, right up until the escape.

  John Connor : So I knew him?

  Derek Reese : You knew him. Everybody knew him.

  Sarah Connor : But he doesn't know this one, does he? Not this Martin Bedell?

  Derek Reese : No. Another Martin Bedell.

  Sarah Connor : Maybe it's just coincidence.

  Derek Reese : How many coincidences named Sarah Connor got killed before Skynet finally locked in on you?

• Derek Reese : You wanna know what happened? To Bedell, what really happened?

  John Connor : I don't know, do I?

  Derek Reese : I guess it depends on who I'm talking to - John Baum or John Connor?

  John Connor : Baum is just a name.

• Pyle : Sir - we heard you were in the war; heard you've seen action.

  Derek Reese : Yeah. Yeah, I've seen action in the war.

  Pyle : Got a lot of kills?

  Derek Reese : Say again?

  Pyle : Kills, sir. I wanna go infantry as soon as I get out of here - maybe rangers, maybe delta. Best of the best!

  Derek Reese : Best of the best. Counting kills, like it's a game. Like it's just a game. I remember one particularly fun day: A guy in my squad got his stomach blasted open in a fire fight. He spent six hours, holding his own guts in. His buddy carried him on his back to the nearest aid station, just praying that someone could put the dumb son of a bitch together again. The game, Pyle... the game is played with your buddy's life - with the life of your squad, your platoon. The game is played by you, on behalf of the whole damned human race!