Army Wives Season 2 Quotes
[showing up late to meet Denise] I got directions from that Deliverance banjo kid and I don't like the way he was looking at me.
Getti
(about to tell her staff that she is pregnant) Some of you have probably noticed a few changes in me lately, and I thank you for not bringing them to my attention.
Joan
A toast to Denise Sherwood, biker chick.
Roxy
Forgiveness is the first step.
Claudia Joy
If I was the crying type, I'd be balling my eyes out.
Betty
Cancer may kill my body, but it ain't going to kill my soul.
Betty
(to Claudia Joy) We all have our time, and it always comes. Until then, love is about the best thing going. And there seems to be a lot of that around here. You just have to let it in.
Harry
(to Claudia Joy) Love's an amazing thing. Can't see it. Can't touch it. Can't smell it. Yet, it's there with us from the day we're born.
Harry
But I don't have breasts yet.
Katie
Roland: Sorry I'm late. I got dinner.
Joan: I already had dinner. It's in the trash can!
Roland: I see.
Joan: Oh baby, whatever that is, it's - it's not welcome here!
(to TJ and Finn) Hey! Watch it! Pull the wrong plug and I'll die.
Betty
(on radio, voiceover) 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, getting up and doing what needs to be done for your loved ones. The future doesn't stop. We all search for strength on that first day or two. I did. But whether what I found was true strength or some part of our DNA that makes us want to reach out and help, I don't know. Times like this we question our own strength, our ability to hang on and not crumble. It's one of the things I admire most about the army wives I've met. Must be a military thing- this capacity to press on despite the obstacles, to see a mission through to its completion. No matter what happens that makes us question the world we live in, life goes on, as cliché as that sounds. One generation passes the baton to the next generation and the cycle of life continues. Regeneration- 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 want to 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 has dwindled to almost nothing. This communal spirit, this crazy insistence that we all are connected in each other's caretaker, it keeps us from sinking into despair, or sliding into the abyss. 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. At times it feels totally random. It's roll of the dice on who lives and who dies. At some point words fail us and we're left with silence. Silence and time. I read something once, to live in hears you 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 hearts still, and will never be forgotten. Me, I think I'm going to pick up my kids up and take that ride down to the ocean like they wanted. The water's beautiful this time of the year. Besides, they know where the gold starfish are.
Pamela
