Teddy: These are the ones who helped me, Mommy.
Sylvie Brett: Hi.
Alicia: Oh, if not for you two, I don't know if I would have seen him again. Thank you both so much.
Sylvie Brett: No, we're just glad it worked out.
Alicia: Whole thing feels like I'm walking trough fog, you know?
Sylvie Brett: Yeah. Well, we were happy to help.
Alicia: Okay, well, thanks again. Come on, Teddy. Let's get out of here, let these guys get back to work.
Sylvie Brett: Hey. Your boy's father, he had some things to say about you.
Alicia: I'm sure he did, and he's pathological, as I'm sure you...
Sylvie Brett: Are you using?
Alicia: Excuse me?
Sylvie Brett: I'm asking you. Are you on something?
Alicia: How dare you. How dare you in front of my son who was just put through the most traumatic experience of his life.
Jimmy Borelli: All right, ma'am. We're done here.
Alicia: Go to hell, the both of you. You know what? Even better, what's your name? I want to get you fired.
Sylvie Brett: Sylvie Brett, two Ts.
Teddy: Mommy?
Alicia: Let's go, Teddy.
Sylvie Brett: Damn it. Damn it!
Jimmy Borelli: Boden said we're supposed to drop the victims off and forget them, move on to the next call.
Sylvie Brett: No, I can't do that, okay? I can't leave my heart in the locker at the start of shift and just pick it up at the end. I can't. Maybe it'll break me someday. I just don't care. I just...
Jimmy Borelli: Let's get out of here, huh?
