JAMES: You see, the thing is, son. One day you’ll understand that when you start out like you are now, you love everything. You love your Mommy and your Daddy. You love your bobba. You love your blanket. You even love your little crib, and these dumb toys. But as you get older some of the things you love don’t seem special anymore. That bobba is one day just going to look like an ordinary plastic bottle to you. And the older you get, the more this happens and the fewer things you love. And by the time you get to be my age, sometimes you only love one -- or two -- things. (James pauses) With me, I think’s it’s one.
em The Hurt Locker (Estado de Guerra) de Kathryn Bigelow (2009)