Not gonna say it never gonna say it. I copied some of this from the script.

Lilli
"Don't say it". He says as we run. "On your left". I say smirking. "COME ON". He yells. I laugh. I hear him trying to catch up but fails and goes to rest. "Need a medic". I say. He laughs. "I need a new set of lungs. Dude, you just ran like 13 miles in 30 minutes". He says. "Guess I got a late start". I grumble. "Oh, really? You should be ashamed of yourself. You should take another lap". He says before hesitating. "Did you take it? I'll assume you took it". He says sarcastically.

"What unit are you with"? I question. "Fifty-eighth, Para-rescue. But now I'm working down at the VA. Sam Wilson." I give him a hand to help him up. "Lilli Barnes". I say. "I kind of put that together. Must have freaked you out coming home after the whole defrosting thing." "It takes some getting used to. It's nice meeting you, Sam". As I turn to leave he calls out"It's your bed isn't it"? "What's that"? I question. "Your bed, it's too soft. When I was over there I sleep on the ground and used rock for pillows, like a caveman. Now I'm home, lying in my bed, and It's like...". "Lying on a marshmallow. I feel like I'm gonna sink right to the floor." He smiles and nods his head.

"How long? Two tours. You must miss the good old days, huh?" "Well, things aren't so bad. Food's a lot better, we used to boil everything. No polio is good. Internet, so helpful. I've been reading that a lot trying to catch up." "Marvin Gaye, 1972, "Trouble Man" soundtrack. Everything you've missed jammed into one album". He says. I write that down in my notebook. Mission alert. 'Extraction imminent. Meet at the curb'. It's from Natasha. "Sorry Sam duty calls that for the run. If that's what you call running".I say.