COLD FRONT (57) 02/04/2002 9:00p
If you change one vowel Sully becomes Silly. Which is probably how he felt when he slipped on the ice.

Jimmy: What’s up with this Easter Pageant? Is this something you want to do?
Joey: Heck yeah. They got me playing Jesus.
Jimmy: Jesus.

Taylor: I say we take inside calls only today.
Kim: Yeah. That, or they can crawl to the bus. And anyone in the street who needs help is out of luck.
Doc: Extra layers today!
Kim: Yeah, preaching to the choir.

Carlos: Chick may be an expert in the sack, but she’s got no skill with the pen.

{about Bosco}
Jimmy: What’s up with him?
Yokas: Oh, he’s had a rough few weeks.
Lt. Johnson: Take a number.

Davis: The sex is…down right freaky.
Sully: That, for the record, I didn’t ask.

{about Davis’ relationship with Taylor}
Davis: You have a problem with it?
Sully: Come on.
Davis: Your mind went there.
Sully: Yeah, Davis, I got a big problem with it. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to sleep at night thinking about big, black you with that sweet little white girl.

{about the building they get called to}
Sully: It’s as cold in here as it is out there.

Sully: We got a call for a domestic disturbance.
Woman: Yeah? And if I call in said a baby was crying, how fast you come?

Sully: No sign of a struggle. And no grandma.

Kim: It’s like an icebox in here.
Sully: That would be the problem.

Kim: If you break the ice too close, she breaks with it.
Taylor: Something like that. You’re not dead until you’re warm and dead.
Sully: Which means what exactly?
Taylor: If she’s frozen she’s not quite dead. She’s just…stopped.

{on the phone with Doc}
Taylor: We got the girl stabilized, but uh, this grandmother? That’s a whole other story.

Drunk Guy: These damn snooty hotel bars can’t even serve a guy a decent Irish coffee.
Yokas: You should write a letter next time.

Yokas: You’re not yourself.
Bosco: Yeah? Who am I? Huh?

{Doc tells Carlos to take off his clothes and get under the blankets with the defrosting grandmother}
Doc: It’s Boy Scout first aid. Shared body heat, skin to skin.
Carlos: Uh, I was never in the Boy Scouts. Doherty?
Jimmy: I’m driving.

{Carlos is shirtless and lying on the gurney with the grandmother}
Carlos: I swear, if either of you tell anybody about this…
Jimmy: Oh, are you kidding me? When that lady pulls through she’s gotta know. God, what I wouldn’t do for a camera right now.

{to Swersky about Bosco}
Yokas: It’s like he’s dead inside. It’s like he’s just going through the motions.

{about Taylor}
Sully: You think she knows I know?
Davis: I know she knows you know.

{about taking care of Joey}
Kim: You’re doing a great job, Jimmy.
Jimmy: Think so?
Kim: I wouldn’t say it otherwise.

Taylor: So much for ripping his heart out.
Kim: Look, I’ll take what I can get. And without an appeal, I got to make it work for me somehow.
Taylor: That seemed to work.
Kim: It did, didn’t it?

{to Doc}
Jerry: The river? Bad enough you drag me out of bed on the coldest night of the year. What’s next, cement shoes?

Doc: I did something tonight that reminds me why I do this job, why I occasionally love this job.

Jerry: So what is this, the "I don’t tell on you, you don’t tell on me?"
Doc: Tell what? What happened at this river dies with me. Because there’s nothing to tell. You were only doing your best right?
Jerry: Yeah, which isn’t enough sometimes.
Doc: Monday morning quarterbacks, they don’t know that. See, they spend hours picking apart split second decisions. But you Jerry, you know what it’s like, making tough calls out here, knowing that you have to live with the outcome, good or bad.

Doc: If I ain’t got the job, I mean, what the hell do I have? What--- what can I do? Who the hell am I?
Jerry: Oh, come on Doc. You got so much more than that.
Doc: No Jerry! No! I got nothing, no life! I know I did wrong. I admit it. My life’s at stake here Jerry. No, this thing can’t cost me my life.