Station 19
Thursdays 10:00 PM on ABCStation 19 Season 3 Episode 9: "Poor Wandering One" Quotes
Andy: You can't quit. If you fail, we all fail, every one of us. You think if you step down, Dixon's gonna let another woman take your place?
Maya: Now I'm responsible for the future of all female firefighters?
Andy: Don't act like that's a surprise to you. It is what it is. You had a rough start but look at my dad. When he made captain, his team called him so many racial slurs, he should have walked out of these doors on day 1, but he didn't. He stuck it out, he changed people's minds, and he became legendary.
Maya: Everyone hates me.
Andy: Everyone's fighting some kind of battle. This is yours, and for the record, when I make captain, it's not gonna be because my friend gave me her job. I'm too proud for that, and you're too proud for that too.
Travis: You don't want to run toward explosives?
Emmett: No, that's not what I was...
Travis: Kind of a prerequisite of the job: to want to run toward explosives, and now daddy doesn't want to put you in danger, what the hell, probie?
Emmett: I was an art history major, Travis. The fire academy, that was my father’s idea, and I'm pretty sure it's because he wants to run for office on day.
Travis: People will die unnecessarily because you are doing the job you are not cut out for to try and please your daddy. Sleep on that. I know I couldn't.
Dixon: Bishop, this is going on too long. Get my son off the scene, right now.
Maya: Sir, this my team.
Dixon: And that's my kid.
Maya: Who works for me. I understand you think you know what's best for your child, but making him watch from the sidelines is not it.
Jack: Sir, what are you doing?
Dixon: What I should have done already. Your time's up Capt. Bishop.
Travis: Hey, what's going on? We saw SWAT around back going up to the roof.
Maya: Chief Dixon, you are putting my team in danger.
Dixon: No, Capt. Bishop, you did that.
Sullivan: So you’re afraid she’ll leave you if you tell her the truth?
Kyle: She’s all I have left, man.
Sullivan: I get it. I’m scared too. I’m scared of all the stuff no one else can see. You see that woman right there? That’s the woman I love, but I haven’t been honest with her. I have this chronic nerve condition, searing pain, comes out of nowhere and knocks me off my feet. I’ve been self-medicating to deal with the pain. And I’ve kept it from her because I don’t know what’s gonna happen if I come clean.
Andy: Don’t keep it bottled up, Kyle. Tell Ashley the truth.
Kyle: What if she leaves me?
Andy: What is she doesn’t? What is stays by your side, loves and supports you, and helps you? And what if you come out of it stronger together?
Kyle: OK.
Ben: Do those boots all really belong to dead firefighters?
Pruitt: They represent firefighters. Don’t be so literal.
Ben: It’s very poetic.
Pruitt: Chad’s a poet in his spare time. No, I mean it. He’s not just some loud, obnoxious brute; he’s an artist. He makes you think about everything, remember everything, question everything. He acts you loudly every day, ‘What mark do you want to leave on the world? What’s your true character? What do you have left to say?’
Ben: You sure he’s a he?
Pruitt: Huh?
Ben: Chad just sounds a lot like my wife.
Ben: You OK, sir?
Pruitt: No, I’m dying.
Ben: Sir, you can’t…
Pruitt: I got to name it Warren. I got to say it, and I need you not to pretend it’s not true.
Ben: OK.
Pruitt: It’s not something we say out loud in our culture. We don’t say it out loud, we don’t own. We pretend that death is this quiet lurking shadow, and it’s not; it’s a big lie. It’s loud and obnoxious and it comes at guns blazing, and I don’t understand why we can’t just name it, call it what it is.
Ben: Chad.
Pruitt: What?
Ben: When I was a kid, there was this neighbor, you know, Chad. He was loud and obnoxious, mean, intentionally hurtful. If I was going to give death a name, it would be Chad.
Pruitt: To hell with you Chad.
Ben: To hell with Chad.
Earl: Hey, how’d you do it?
Dean: What, what’s that Earl?
Earl: Get the top job?
Dean: Oh, you know, you put in work, and pay your dues.
Earl: A colored chief? Boy, times have changed.
Dean: Yeah, yeah Earl they have.
Earl: I, uh, marched with Dr. King, you know?
Dean: Oh yeah?
Earl: I got hit in the head a couple of times, but hey, you’re the chief, so I guess it worked.
Dean: It did Earl.
Dean: Fire chief?
Vic: Ixnay on the ire-fay.
Dean: What the what?
Vic: It’s pig Latin.
Dean: That’s not a real language.
Vic: OK, Dean he doesn’t even know his own name. He clearly has dementia, maybe Alzheimer’s. He’s lost; we have to help him find his way home.
Dean: How?
Vic: We play along. Try to help him remember his name and where he’s from. It’s easier for us to be in his reality than try to drag him into ours. OK, so just roll with me on this, please. You owe me.
Dean: Are you going to pull the baby card every time you need something?
Vic: Oh yeah. I thought that was our deal.
Jack: Am I getting fired?
Andy: Jack, Vasquez is fine. He’s going home today.
Jack: It doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to be fired. Dean hates me. You hate Bishop. I hate myself. If they don’t fire me, I think I should put in for a transfer.
Andy: No, no, no. We’re gonna get through this. We’re gonna get through it as a family, OK. No one’s going anywhere.
Andy: Can we call in sick?
Sullivan: Uh-huh.
Andy: I mean, I don’t want to pretend to hate you.
Sullivan: You can just pretend the respect me.
Andy: I do respect you.
Sullivan: Mostly.
Andy: I do think you promoted the wrong captain, but other than that.
