BUTTERSCOTCH

Transcript:
Raptor One: Come on in! Especially if its my most favorite nurse!
Raptor One: Shit... Um... Sorry. Sir.
Carver: At ease, Captain. Mind if I take a seat?
Raptor One: With a Ribbon rack like that, you can do what ever the hell you want.
Raptor One: Shit... You can even have the bed.
Carver: No need... And - while it's not yet official, I think you can expect some of these ribbons yourself.
Carver: I brought you some chocolates.
Raptor One: Well, I appreciate it, Major - Especially seeing as how I just dropped my other ones on the bed. Aww, shit - they're just melting into the damn sheets. What the fuck is Nurse Mary Beth gonna think?
Carver: Captain. You're on leave for the rest of the month.
Carver: You've done more than any commanding officer has a right to expect. You went through a lot.
Raptor One: Uh... Permission to speak freely, Sir?
Carver: Well, with all the cussing you've been doing, I assumed speaking freely was already a given.
Raptor One: Um... You want a chocolate?
Carver: Sure. As long as it's from the fresh box, not the bedsheets.
Raptor One: Thing is - Sir - I don't wanna leave.
Raptor One: You like cherry creams?
Carver: Sure.
Raptor One: Good. I can't stand those creamy ones. My favorite's butterscotch - and then maybe the caramel.
Carver: Chocolates aside - May I ask why you don't want to go on leave?
Raptor One: I appreciate you visiting me - and the promise of some more medals. But, I spent most of that last op tied up. Much like I am now.
Raptor One: If it's all the same to you, I'd rather get airborne again and do what I do best.
Carver: Hauling our strike team outta trouble whenever they need it?
Raptor One: Absolutely.
Carver: I understand.
Raptor One: Sir - One more thing...
Carver: Um... Yes?
Raptor One: You want a butterscotch?