Joan and Michael in “Leaving The Tribe”

[trying her best to hide her nausea] Deployment papers ready for your signature sir.

Which unit is leaving next?

3rd Brigade Combat Team.

All right. Thank you, Joan.

Yes, sir. [turns to leave]

Oh, wait. [Joan stops in her tracks] I'd like you to pull their files for me.

All of them, sir? There's almost 500. [Michael looks up at her] I'll have them on your desk by this afternoon–– [dashes to the trash can and vomits in it]

[stoically] I'm guessing that's either bad sushi or you decided to keep the baby.

[regains composure] The baby.