Brett: He dumped me.
Dawson: You mean you dumped him?
Brett: He was the dumper. I was the dumpee.

Brett: Listen Joe, before we get to deep into dinner.
Cruz: How do you order dinner?
Brett: You gotta press on the plate.

You tell chief yet?


The thing is when I look at you, I see the guy who shut me out.


Brett: Cruz want to take me to dinner tomorrow night.
Dawson: Yeah?
Brett: I'm gonna rip off the band aid.

Your boys gonna pull through and when he does, he needs his dad.


Inhalation burns. We're taking him to Chicago Med.


Herrmann. We gotta go now.