TRANSFORMED (54) 01/14/2002 9:00p
Apparently people lie to dispatch all the time. Apparently boys get hurt all the time.

Davis: Hey, how was the shore?
Yokas: Sandy.

Kim: "Any day now," that’s all they could tell us. "Judge’s decision should come any day." You’d think in a custody case they could be a little more specific. It’s not like I’m waiting at home for cable to be installed. This is my kid we’re talking about.

Kim: Who the hell would voluntarily live in a neighborhood like this?
Doc: My place is three blocks from here.
Kim: Not to say that there isn’t potential.

Junkie: Don’t worry about me lady, it’s my girlfriend. Come on, step it up.
Kim: "Step it up"? You step it up.

Kim: Probably had to leave his name with dispatch.
Sully: Yeah, like nobody’s ever lied to a dispatcher before.

{about Joey’s broken arm}
Sully: Seriously, Kim, it’s not like the kid’s got a brain tumor or anything.
Kim: Why does no one care? He broke a bone.
Davis: My mom was always pretty upset about it too.
Kim: Yeah, that’s right, women get hysterical, right?

{about Gusler}
Yokas: Paper’s not his strong suit.
Bosco: What, he has a strong suit?
Yokas: Well, he’s eager.

Bosco: Don’t do that again.
Yokas: I’ll tell you everything.
Bosco: No, don’t get sick again.

{to Doc}
Kim: If I’m lying in that bed with nothing to do but think, I’m starting to wonder "why is this paramedic always under my nose?"

{to Doc}
Kim: Here’s a flash: I’m not perfect, and neither are you. We make mistakes. Welcome to the world of us mortals, Doc.

{about Taylor}
Jimmy: Kind of miss her cheery disposition.

Woman: Be careful.
Walsh: Absolutely.
Woman: I mean, I’ve got antiques.

Prescott: Don’t worry about me.
Jimmy: We worry about each other.

Carlos: Big fire.
Taylor: I should be in there fighting it.
Carlos: Anything I can do to make that dream a reality, don’t hesitate to ask.
Taylor: Just keep being you.

Woman: And your men came busting in like vandals in Gaul.
Lt. Johnson: You got what about vandals?

Prescott: Here you go, honey.
Taylor: "Honey"?
Prescott: Sorry, sir.

Jimmy: Leave it alone Prescott, trust me.
Prescott: Don’t worry, I’ll leave you alone for a couple of days. Darling.
Taylor: Who is this guy? Why is he here?

{about the junkie}
Doc: Weak pulse, needs air.
Kim: Yeah, that’s a matter of opinion.

Junkie: You wrecked my high.
Kim: You’re welcome.
Junkie: I never meant to hurt her.
Kim: Kill her, you mean.
Junkie: What?
Kim: You beat her to death. And here we are making sure you survive. It’s awake, Bos.