Samuel L. Jackson - The Winter Soldier: Opening lyrics

[Sam Wilson is jogging around Washington, D.C. when Steve quickly catches up to him and runs past him] STEVE ROGERS: On your left. [as Sam is continues to jog Steve comes around again quickly after doing another lap] On your left. SAM WILSON: Uh-huh, on my left. Got it. [as Sam is still jogging Steve comes around again from behind him from another lap] Don't say it! Don't you say it! STEVE ROGERS: On your left! SAM WILSON: Come on! [Sam gets angry and tries to catch up to him but only after a few seconds he's unable to do so and stops to rest. Sam is catching his breath, sitting by a tree when Steve walks over to him] STEVE ROGERS: Need a medic? [Sam laughs] SAM WILSON: I need a new set of lungs. Dude, you just ran like thirteen miles in thirty minutes. STEVE ROGERS: I guess I got a late start. SAM WILSON: Oh, really? You should be ashamed of yourself. You should take another lap. [he hesitates for a moment before saying sarcastically] Did you just take it? I a**umed you just took it. STEVE ROGERS: What unit are you with? SAM WILSON: Fifty-eighth, Para-rescue. But now I'm working down at the VA. Sam Wilson. [Steve gives Sam a hand to rise] STEVE ROGERS: Steve Rogers. SAM WILSON: I kind of put that together. Must have freaked you out coming home after the whole defrosting thing. STEVE ROGERS: It takes some getting used to. It's good to meet you, Sam. [Steve turns to leave] SAM WILSON: It's your bed, right? STEVE ROGERS: [He turns back] What's that? SAM WILSON: 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... STEVE ROGERS: Lying on a marshmallow. I feel like I'm gonna sink right to the floor. [Sam smiles and nods his head] How long? SAM WILSON: Two tours. You must miss the good old days, huh? STEVE ROGERS: 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. SAM WILSON: Marvin Gaye, 1972, "Trouble Man" soundtrack. Everything you've missed jammed into one album. STEVE ROGERS: I'll put it on the list. [Steve gets his small notebook and pen out and notes it down on his list which also includes I Love Lucy; Moon Landing; Berlin Wall (Up + Down) Steve Jobs (Apple); Disco; Thai Food; Star Wars/Trek (with Star Wars crossed out, indicating that he has seen it); Nirvana (Band); Rocky (Rocky II?). Steve gets the text message, "Mission alert. Extraction imminent. Meet at the curb. :)"] STEVE ROGERS: Alright, Sam, duty calls. Thanks for the run. If that's what you wanna call running. [they shake hands] SAM WILSON: Oh, that's how it is? STEVE ROGERS: Oh, that's how it is. [Sam laughs] SAM WILSON: Okay. Any time you wanna stop by the VA, make me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know. STEVE ROGERS: I'll keep it in mind. SAM WILSON: Okay. [Natasha pulls up in her car by the curb and rolls down the window] NATASHA ROMANOFF: Hey, fellas. Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil. STEVE ROGERS: It's hilarious. [Steve walks over to her car and gets in, Sam gives Natasha and her car an appreciative look] SAM WILSON: How you doing? NATASHA ROMANOFF: Hey. STEVE ROGERS: You can't run everywhere. SAM WILSON: No, you can't. [he watches as Natasha quickly pulls away and drives off]