Randall McHolland: First, I had to get myself appropriately psyched up for the conversation, which I did. Then I called her office and said, "May I speak to Dr. Lu?" Which made me realize, I don't even know her first name.
Christopher Herrmann: Cut to the chase, Mouch.
Randall McHolland: Right, so she finally gets on the line and I am ready to tell her, "I can't have dinner with you!"
Wallace Boden: Why do I get the feeling that never happened?
Randall McHolland: Chief, I couldn't get the words out. She sounded so excited. I didn't want to send on some downward spiral. Apparently, doctors have a very high rate of depression.
Wallace Boden: Optometrists do?
Randall McHolland: Oh, I believe she's an ophthalmologist.
Wallace Boden: Mouch, you have got to cancel. Trudy is not the type of woman who can be trifled with.
Randall McHolland: I know. You're right.
Christopher Herrmann: Wait, hold on a sec. Mouch is a grown man. Trudy's got no right to tell him who he can and cannot break bread with.
Randall McHolland: There's a certain amount of logic to that.
Christopher Herrmann: I told you not to get Chief involved. You don't need to add this to your plate of concerns. Just forget the whole thing happened.
Wallace Boden: Mouch, I outrank him. When I say that you have to cancel, you have to cancel, and that is an order.
Randall McHolland: When you're right, you're right.
Wallace Boden: You know what? The two of you, get out of my office. Now.
Christopher Herrmann: Trudy did not put a ring on you.
Randall McHolland: I know. You're right.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Truck 81, Truck 66, Squad 3, Ambo 61, structure fire, 2000 South Pellerton.