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Sheila Keefe (Season 2 - Recurring Previously)
Lt. Kenneth "Lou" Shea
(After drugging Tommy in order to rape him because he slept with Angie)
Sheila: I understand the need for revenge. I understand envy and heavy jealousy. But... why would she want to hurt me?
(Lying down on drugged out Tommy and reflecting on the orgasm she has just got when raping him)
Sheila: Why can't it always be like this?
Maggie: What's going on with the getting me all excited front?
Sean: Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that. How 'bout we like go back to your apartment and I get you excited in another way, in a way that doesn't involve me getting punched in the kidneys. (a big guy walks by them)
Maggie: Did you hear that? That guy just called me a whore.
Sean: Uh, no I missed that.
Maggie: You just called me a whore didn't you, asshole?
Guy (turns around): Excuse me?
Sean: Oh, it was me, sometimes I just do that I--
Guy: You got a problem asshole?
Sean: God, with you, come on. No, what're you crazy? (looks towards a smaller guy) No this guy--did he?
Maggie: No definitely him, (points to the big guy, then the little guy) not him.
Sean: No, you're wrong. It was this guy. (to the smaller guy) Did you just call my lady friend a whore?
Little Guy: Get away from me.
Sean: Y'know what I think he did. What're you a tough guy? (he sprays Sean with mace and he falls to the ground)
Little guy: Whose the tough guy now?! (rides off on his bike)
Maggie: Jesus, Sean, this is so embarrassing. You need to grow up. It's like you've never been sprayed in the eyes with mace before.
(While babysitting Colleen and Katy)
Lou: Just lemme finish my beer. They don't grow on trees. I wish they did.
Angie: I have a lot of cop friends back from when Johnny and I were married. I heard about the two of you. You've been a busy girl.
Janet: No busier than you.
Angie: Oh, you mean me and Tommy? That's such a big suprise for me, I mean he was never really my type. Then I bumped into him a coupla weeks--
Janet: You actually think that I believe this bullshit?
Angie: Oh, why? I'm not good enough for Tommy?
Janet: That is not it, Angie.
Angie: Oh, yeah I think it is.
Janet: Well, it's not. Look, we were never close, and frankly I never liked you.
Janet: Yeah. But then you did one thing that I could never do. You broke free. You got away from the neighborhood and all the petty family bullshit. You broke away and started a whole new life for yourself. And I respected you for that so much, but now here you are all dressed up, dead center in a pile of shit. Welcome home, Angie.
Angie: Oh, no I already got my welcome home when I made it with your husband. Don't worry about those frown lines, sweetie. Just keep smiling no one's gonna notice.
(At a police banquet thing, Tommy and Angie show up, Johnny and Janet spot them. Johnny goes to the bathroom Tommy follows. Now while at the urinals)
Johnny: You're an idiot, Tommy, y'know, I've been feelin' bad, feelin' guilty, gettin' ready to try and make a phone call try to reach out and make things right and you go and pull a stupid stunt like this. Not in a million years will you sleep with her. That's gotta be tough, huh, Tommy? Knowing I'm banging your ex, knowing you're never gonna get mine. (Tommy pees on him) Y'know what man, you're an asshole.
Tommy: Yeah, well, at least I'm dry.
Lou: See, this is fun. Dinner and a movie with Uncle Lou. (Lady in the movie screams)
Colleen: Oh my, God. Don't look. (covers Katy's eyes) This is so disgusting. I told you we shoulda gone to the Pixar movie.
Lou: Oh, this is fine. Listen, as soon as this guy stops sawing through that little girl's skull we can watch again.
(After Sean got into a few fights with different guys yesterday because it turns Maggie on)
Sean: We're supposed to go out again tonight, I mean, I wanna make her happy but I gotta figure out a way to fight some guys where I'm not gonna get hurt.
Lou: Just guys?
Sean: Yeah, just guys, for now. I mean, I'm sure I'll fight some chicks in a coupla weeks but for now, just guys.
Franco: What'a 'bout guys with one leg?
Mike: Or no legs.
Mike: Midgets with no legs.
Tommy: Ah, too hard to find.
Maggie: I've been thinking about you.
Sean: Really? I've been thinking about you too. And the nine other guys you've been bangin' behind my back.
Maggie: Can you please-- can you come and talk to me?
Sean (walks over to her): What?
Maggie: I miss you. I realized that I made some mistakes.
Sean: Yeah, nine of them.
Maggie: Will you stop with the "nine." There was only four and one of those guys-- I don't even think I had his name right. Those bums, they never meant anything to me.
Sean: Maggie, what do you want?
Maggie: I don't know. I want you and me to try again--- to start over, no other guys in the mix. I want you to be my--- Jesus, if I have to actually say the words-- I'm gonna puke.
Sean: That's classy.
Maggie: Just a second. (looks away, then turns back) I want you to be my boyfriend.
Sean: Maggie, you completely betrayed my trust. How do I know I'm not like one these other guys? How do I know that I mean anything to you?
Maggie: Because I know. I didn't before, I'll admit that. Then you punched Nacho in the face and everything changed--
Sean: Yeah, sorry about that I don't know what got into me.
Maggie: No, don't be sorry. Oh my, God, it was so hot it took me back to when I was younger and I used to always fall for the guys who got into fights over me. It's like this incredible aphrodisiac I'm getting hot just thinking about it.
Sean: You-- you wanna be with me because, what, I punched some guy in the face?
Sean: That's crazy, Maggie.
(About the missing money in the non smoking kitty)
Franco: Alright, y'know what guys, I hate to say this but... y'know who coulda possibly taken it? The guys that were on last night.
Lou: Jesus, Frank, these guys are our brothers we share this house with them, there's no way that they could've did this.
Franco: How do you know?
Lou: Because, I already accused them.
Counselor: Well, last Thursday you slapped a classmate and you recently told your French teacher to stick the textbook up her ass.
Tommy: Now, in her defense, we've already spoken to her about the classmate thing, and she knows that that's uh, wrong, that you can't just go around slappin' people, right? (Colleen nods) So I think we've taken care of that. And as regards to the teacher...I mean, she is French. (Counselor just stares at him) We've--uh, she knows that's wrong too. We've spoke about that, so you can't uh...(shuts up, as the Counselor is still silent)
Counselor: You lost your little brother about 6 months ago, you think that has---
Colleen: I miss him, it makes me sad, I've cried about it, but it hasn't changed things so I stopped. I'm fine! Can I go?
Counselor: Colleen, I wanna help you process whatever it is that--
Colleen (points to her chest): Process these, bitch. (leaves)
Tommy: She uh, gets that from her mom. One second here...(opens the door. To Colleen) Hey, gimme a couple seconds here. (shuts the door) So you're a---a real doctor, right?
Counselor: Excuse me?
Tommy: Are you--do you like know a lot about psychological crap or are you just a strictly kids only type of deal?
Counselor: Well, I specialize in young adults and children but I have a fairly good grasp on psychiatric conditions and treatments.
Tommy: Good 'cause uh...(whispers) She cries a lot.
Counselor: Why are you whispering?
Tommy (looks at Colleen): I don't want her to hear me talkin' about her.
Counselor: I don't work this way.
Tommy: Alright, gimme a sec. (goes over to the door, opens it. To Colleen) Hey, go wait in the truck, okay?
Colleen: I don't wanna wait in the truck.
Tommy: Go wait in the--
Colleen: I don't wanna wait--
Tommy: Don't make me tell you three times! Just go wait in the goddamn truck! Always with the lip.
Tommy: Anyways, she has these uh, crying jags. Y'know, I mean she just starts crying completely outta the blue. I mean she could be just driving around and--
Counselor: She's old enough to drive?
Tommy: I'm-- I'm driving, she's shot gun and she'll just burst into tears for no reason. What-- what do you think that's about?
Counselor: You're driving?
Counselor: Uh-huh. Well it could be any number of things.
Tommy: Top 3?
Counselor: Could be hormonal. She's a young girl-- (Tommy is shaking his head) No?
Tommy: No, no. Not that. Uh...what's the number 2?
Counselor: She could have trouble expressing her emotions and crying could be a very natural release of--
Tommy: She's a Gavin. She's female Gavin, so expressing her emotions is something that pretty much happens 24-7. Even when she's sleeping so it-- it can't be that one. What's-- what's the third?
Counselor: Survivor's guilt.
Tommy: What's that...?
Counselor: Some people when someone very close to them dies they feel a tremendous, sometime crippling since of guilt. "I should have done more to help them." "It should have been me not them." " If I couldn't help them, then why do I deserve to live." And if these feelings aren't addressed if they aren't dealt with then they could just manifest themselves in a varity of different ways.
Tommy: That's the one. That's definatly it. That's what's-- that's what's wrong with her. Okay, so now what pills do we give her to help her with deal that?
Counselor: Mr. Gavin, I really don't believe in medicating young adults.
Tommy: Oh, neither do I. I'm-- I'm right with 'ya on that. I'd uh, y'know cut the-- the pills in half give her half of the dosage. (Counselor stares) Okay, thanks for that. (gets up and goes to the door to find Colleen listening) Goddamnit, what did I tell you? In the truck now. (Colleen rolls her eyes)
(Some guys are making a sweep of the house looking for porn)
Chief: Well, look at 'ya now, just pushin' the pencil, runnin' all over the city makin' sure good guys like my crew here aren't rubbing one off on the city's dime.
Flinn: I'm just doin' what I'm told.
Chief: Yeah, and there's a lotta honor in that ain't there, Flinn? (pushes him up against the lockers) You can take your little clipboard and go back downtown, back to headquarters and you tell who ever it was that sent you up here that they can kiss my white Irish ass. This is the best group of guys I've ever had the honor of serving with. These guys are gold when it comes to people's lives and protecting their property, not to mention the five names on that plaque on that wall out there. Guys that went into those two towers on that day and never came back. So, within the sacred confines of these four walls that they should look at something else other than that shit, that's fine with me. They wanna smoke, they wanna jerk off, they wanna shove potato chips up their ass, I don't give a shit as long as they keep gettin' on that rig and goin' out the door and savin' lives, I'll back 'em up.
Flinn (looking over towards his guys): What've we got?
Guy: There's no porn, sir. No tapes, no magazines.
Chief: I'm sorry that it was a wasted trip, now get outta my goddamn quarters.
Flinn (to his guys): Let's go.
Chief: Make sure down at headquarters you tell 'em Chief Jerry O'Riley from the 15th battalion. (After those guys leave, everyone claps) Cut it out, cut it out.
Lou: Nicely done, Chief. Now, lemme ask you a question: Did you really mean what you said about us being able to smoke and jerk off and everything?
Chief: Why of course.
Lou: Good, because there's a bag of potato chips in the kitchen with my ass' name all over it. (everyone laughs)
Tommy: By the way, guys, the chief just went balls to the wall for us. This is offically the last fun fire house in New York City.
Chief: So, wait a minute, what's the deal? (they all act like they don't know what he's talking about) With the pornos! (they all again, play stupid) You guys wouldn't be stupid enough too--- (opens the door to the firetruck and all the pornos falls out)
Mike: He was havin' the homosexual experience. I just happened to be in the room at the time.
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