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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.
I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t want to fight my dad. I don’t want to fight you. I am so tired and sad and sick of being angry. And I just want to feel and to be in a safe place. And I don’t know why or how, and I can’t explain it, but you’re the safest place I have. And everything would be OK for the first time in a really long time if you would just start kissing me now.
Andy
Maya: I’m the truck.
Carina: I’m sorry. I’m not very good at American idioms.
Maya: I’m the truck. I’m the truck that drunkenly plowed into Station 19 and destroyed an entire family.
Carina: Hey, hey.
Maya: I’m the truck.
Emmett: How are you guys able to make jokes about that? I mean people died.
Andy: People always die. People die every day, and a lot of the time, they do it right in front of us.
Jack: Look, a thing they don’t tell you in the academy: you lose more than you win. Even on the days you’re doing everything right, a lot of the time you still lose.
Emmett: So you just, uh, what, you drink?
Andy: Mm-hmm. You drink a little and you make inappropriate jokes with your friends. then you go home, get some sleep. Next shift you go back to work and do everything right again, and you have a better day, hopefully.
Emmett: And what if you don’t always do the right thing? What if you screw it up?
Jack: Pretty much the same thing.
Pruitt: I don’t know which is worse: the dying or having to hear everybody’s opinion about how I should do it.
Dean: I’m sorry, sir. Your decision about your treatment, it’s none of my business.
Pruitt: You have no idea what it’s like to hold that baby in there, knowing that I will never meet my grandchildren. I’m not gonna be at my daughter’s wedding. I’m not gonna see her make captain. And I’m not gonna see that damn fool Dixon fall on his face, which I know is the least important of all those things, but it still pisses me off. And your big problem is you have a healthy baby and your whole life in front of you? Oh, you haven’t decided whether or not you’re keeping her, have you?
Dean: Now she’s gone, and I’m left with this creature who knows her mom is gone. She does. She looks at me, and she knows.
Pruitt: Dean, sincerely, she can’t distinguish you from that chair. Having a perfect family unit doesn’t make you a parent; loving your kid makes you a parent.
Dean: But what if she grows up to hate me?
Pruitt: Oh, she’ll definitely hate you. All teenage girls hate their fathers.
Dean: Ah, that’s comforting. I am glad you came.
Pruitt: But they always come back around.
Amelia: OK.
Sullivan: OK, you are going to write me another prescription?
Amelia: There is a meeting in an hour.
Sullivan: A meeting?
Amelia: Right downstairs.
Sullivan: Oh, 12 steps, huh? Yeah, I got to get back to work.
Amelia: You came here because you wanted my help.
Sullivan: For my pain. I was hoping you could help me treat my pain before it becomes a problem.
Amelia: Becomes a problem?
Sullivan: I’m not an addict.
Amelia: You are using drugs just to get through the morning. You are stealing. You OD’d. I’ve been where you are Robert.
Sullivan: I doubt it.
Amelia: Which story do you want to hear? The one where I stole my brother’s prescription pad so that I could get high? Or the one about the man I loved OD’ing in bed next to me while I was too high to notice? Take a sick morning, because you’re sick Robert, because you almost died because you do not want to live the way you are living. Because you went from one problem -- pain -- to two problems -- pain and drugs -- to three problems -- pains and drugs and lies. And this road is long, and it is terrible, and it ends with the people that you love hurt and you dead. And you are the only person who can stop that from happening.
