Third Watch Season 2 Episode 4

Jimmy (voiceover): Most difficult thing to do in sports is to hit a major league fast ball. Been thinkin' a lot about Wally Pipp. Wally Pipp never got into another game, Lou Gehrig didn't miss a start for 13 years. On this job, I guess I always thought on myself as Gehrig in that story.

Doc: Can't sleep?
Taylor: I'm not tired.
Doc: Well, you should try and get some rest anyway.
Taylor: No, thanks. (walks off)
Carlos: Ooh, I thought you guys were friends.
Kim: Nice girl.

Lt. Johnson (introducing Taylor to everyone): DK, Walsh, Lombardo, Roberts, Howell, and the ugly one is Doherty.

Doc: Hey, is that Alex Taylor?
Howell: The one and only.
Carlos: You know her?
Doc: Yeah, she used to be a paramedic, we worked a few shifts together before she took the fire exam, and made it up the list.
Carlos: Is she the one from 78?
Doc: Yeah, nice lady, hard worker.
Howell: Yeah, well, she shoulda stayed a paramedic.
Carlos: Too bad she's litigious. Girl's got a great ass.

Roberts: Kim Zambrano. Bobby Caffey, this is Alex Taylor. Today is her first day.
Bobby: Welcome to high school.
Kim: Yeah, junior high school. It'll be nice havin' another woman around here.
Alex: Yeah. Are the lockers upstairs?
Kim: Yeah, you want me to show you?
Alex: No. I'll find them. (walks off)
Kim: Okay, friendly.

Roberts: Hey, uh, where's Jimmy?
Kim: Jimmy's here?
Lombardo: Yeah, he came back today.
Kim: He wasn't supposed to be back for another couple of weeks.
Lombardo: Uh, you know Jimmy. (Kim walks off to find Jimmy)
Bobby: Let the games begin.

Doc: So... how they treatin' 'ya? ... They'll come around.
Taylor: I'm here. I'm not goin' anywhere. They're just gonna have to get used to it. Right across the street from the donut dopes. Must be a royal pain.
Doc: Mostly we get along.
Taylor: Same old Doc. 50 feet from enemy camp and you're still Mary Sunshine.
Doc: I manage a thunderstorm every now and then. What you doin' sittin' out here all alone?
Taylor: Didn't wanna be in the way in there.
Doc: Lieutenant said you're thinkin' about takin' some paramedic shifts?
Taylor: Yeah, maybe. Little extra cash.
Doc: Well, you can ride with me anytime.
Taylor: You still drive like Richard Petty?
Doc: More like Willie T. Ribbs. The Indy driver. You'll have to take my word for it. ... How's your dad?
Taylor: Ah, he still thinks that I'll make Chief.

(Bobby is outside using a clipboard to tan)
Jimmy: What the hell you doin'?
Bobby: Saving lives and taking sun, baby.

Danny: How long you been off the disabled list?
Jimmy: What time is it?

(a car has crashed into a produce stand)
Jimmy: What's happenin', Bobby?
Bobby: Once again, a drunk defies the laws of physics, escapes unscathed.

Jimmy: I'm a better firefighter then you Joe. Any day of the week.
Lombardo: Yeah, you were, and maybe you will be again. But you know what? We're only as strong as our weakest link, and today you're it.

Kim: So now you just quit? Go home?
Jimmy: Can't do it.
Kim: So take a few more weeks on disability, nobody expected you back this soon. Spend a some time as a can man.
Jimmy: I can't be a can man.
Kim: Why not?
Jimmy: I just can't.
Kim: Is it your pride? You can ask for help, Jimmy.
Jimmy: I don't ask for help. I'm the one everyone else asks for help. I don't have that, I'm nothing.
Kim: That's not true, Jimmy.

Doc: Where's the shooting?
Faith: There isn't one. They just called us out 'cause they want us to rouse some drug dealers.
Sully: Like we're their own personal security service.
Jimmy: I can't say that I blame them.
Sully: That's 'cause you just as soon sit around the firehouse watchin' Ricki Lake.
Alex: Better than sitting around thinkin' up tired jokes about firemen.
Davis: Who are you?
Alex: From the outfit, I'd say I was a firefighter.
Sully: You're supposed to have a Barco Lounger attached to your ass. Where is it? (everyone laughs)
Alex: Who's side are you guys on?
Carlos: That'd be the one with funnier jokes. (they all say good byes and walk off)
Faith: You new?
Alex: Alex Taylor.
Faith: Faith Yokas. It's amazing, isn't it? It's like they get dumber when they're in packs.

Howell: You are one sorry looking specimen.
Jimmy: I got shot. What's your excuse?
Lombardo: If we give you a glass of water, you gonna sprout a coupla fountains?
Jimmy: Ten weeks and that's the best that you could come up with?
Walsh (taking Jimmy's bag): Lemme get that.
Jimmy: Hey, I got it, Candyman.
Howell: Somebody better tell the arsonist that Jimmy D's back.

Alex: He's going to need a saline drip, O2, and at least 5 mg's or morphine.
Kim: Great, another ER fan.
Alex: I was a paramedic before I moved up.
Kim: Moved up?