Nelly: You should’ve waited for an autograph. I would of left you my number.
Joe: They expected miracles. You’re telling these crippled soldiers I’m the second coming. They want instant healing like the damn Gospels say. All I can do for them is reveal what’s hidden. What’s top secret. What’s classified. Apollo-program healing for space marines.
(Joe pulls up the Starship Troopers medic footage—the corpsman cutting open a trooper under fire—then switches to the amniotic tank, bodies floating in the nano-surgeon bath, flesh knitting itself back together.)
Joe: That’s the closest thing we’ve got. All I can do is be like Desmond Doss and not kill anyone. Anyone human, that is.