In the common room, Hermann lays back in a chair, laughing at something on the TV while Ryan sleepily rubs her eyes with a yawn as she lays across the couch beside Mouch
Ryan: "What happened?" she questions when the TV suddenly becomes static
Hermann: "Ah, damn thing's fried."
Mills: "Two hours left in the shift and no calls yet. That happen very often?" he questions, making the three exchange a look before looking back at him
Mouch: "He did not just say that."
PA: "Accident, truck 81, squad 3."
Ryan: "Ugh!" she groans in annoyance, standing from her spot "Thanks a lot, Mills."
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Matt: "Hey. What's wrong?" he asks when passing Ryan as they head to their respective trucks
Ryan: "I'm gonna kill your candidate." she grits, pointing towards Mills
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Matt: "Mills. Pitcher's got a no-hitter going in the eighth inning. Do you go up to him and say, "looks like you got a no-hitter going"?"
Mills: "No, but-"
Matt: "Don't do it at the damn firehouse either."
Mills: "Yeah, I got it."
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Matt: "Stabilize the van!" he calls out, moving over to where an officer is trying to open the door of another car
Officer: "It's jammed."
Hermann: "Anybody got ejected? Vargas, see if we got a pulse over there!"
Man: "I'm okay. I'm all right." he slurs, Matt backing away a little when smelling his breath
Matt: "Ugh! Field test this idiot. Open containers right there."
Officer: "I'll take care of it."
Hermann: "She's going! She's going!"
When squad arrives at the scene they quickly hurry out of the truck and over to where the others are hastily trying to keep hold of a car from toppling over
Kelly: "Stabilizers!"
Matt: "Cribbing!"
Kelly: "Give us ten more seconds, boys."
Hermann: "You got eight." he grunts
Ryan: "Hey, sir, just sit tight there for me, all right? Don't try and unbuckle yourself."
Man: "Is he all right? My son? He's not saying anything."
Dawson: "Yeah, he's alive, sir." she assures, checking his pulse
Man: "Oh, thank God."
Shay: "We're gonna need a second ambo."
Matt: "Two more! Driver of the first car over there. I need two backboards."
Kelly: "Where's those jaws?" he calls out "Unh!" he grunts in pain, shaking it off a little before trying to open the door
Ryan: "Too tight?"
Kelly: "Yeah! Ah! We're gonna go through the windshield. Get me a pick head."
Firefighter: "Coming up."
Kid: "What happened?" he breathes, opening his eyes to see him hanging upside down
Matt: "You're gonna be okay, buddy. Hockey fan, huh?"
Man: "We were headed to Evanston for his tournament. Are you okay, Mikey?"
Kid: "Yeah, I think so. What happened?"
