Rescue Me Quote
Dickie: My name is Dick, but my first day on the job, my first call, I kid you not, a bird shits on my head. Plop.
Feinberg: It's supposed to be good luck when that happens.
Dickie: Hey! I'm still here, huh? 18 years up in the Bronx, 29 years down here.
Feinberg: Listen, Dickie. You know why we're here. I wanted to...
Dickie: I'm gonna cut you off at the pass, Sid, save us all some time. It wasn't an easy decision. We took a lot of factors into consideration.
Needles: Okay, what sort of factors were considered?
Dickie: Let me finish. There were three of us making final recommendations to headquarters. And I gotta tell you, as much as nobody likes to see houses closing, I think we did a goddamn good job in terms of getting rid of some, you know, overlapping services and some underperforming houses and–I gotta be honest–one or two trouble houses.
Feinberg: I know we got a couple of bad apples. I'm not gonna deny that. But our response times are solid. Calls are up 20%. Your guys up on the West Side, they're gonna be beating their ass trying to...
Dickie: It's done, Sid. Okay? You want to sit and talk about the old days for a couple of minutes? Please. But your house is closed, and I'm not discussing it any further.
Feinberg: [resigned sigh] Okay.
Needles: "Okay"? "Okay"? That's all the fight you got.
Feinberg: I'd like to talk to Dick alone, okay?
Needles: No, I'll talk to him. Dick, I'm not your old pal, which means I don't have to sit here and eat your shit sandwich with a big smile on my face.
Dickie: Who is this guy?
Needles: You know who I am. I'm one of the new guys–you know, the pseudo-chiefs you old-timers can't stand. But I got a good crew under me, and breaking us up isn't gonna do the department any goddamn good. Plus, I got a neighborh
Feinberg: It's supposed to be good luck when that happens.
Dickie: Hey! I'm still here, huh? 18 years up in the Bronx, 29 years down here.
Feinberg: Listen, Dickie. You know why we're here. I wanted to...
Dickie: I'm gonna cut you off at the pass, Sid, save us all some time. It wasn't an easy decision. We took a lot of factors into consideration.
Needles: Okay, what sort of factors were considered?
Dickie: Let me finish. There were three of us making final recommendations to headquarters. And I gotta tell you, as much as nobody likes to see houses closing, I think we did a goddamn good job in terms of getting rid of some, you know, overlapping services and some underperforming houses and–I gotta be honest–one or two trouble houses.
Feinberg: I know we got a couple of bad apples. I'm not gonna deny that. But our response times are solid. Calls are up 20%. Your guys up on the West Side, they're gonna be beating their ass trying to...
Dickie: It's done, Sid. Okay? You want to sit and talk about the old days for a couple of minutes? Please. But your house is closed, and I'm not discussing it any further.
Feinberg: [resigned sigh] Okay.
Needles: "Okay"? "Okay"? That's all the fight you got.
Feinberg: I'd like to talk to Dick alone, okay?
Needles: No, I'll talk to him. Dick, I'm not your old pal, which means I don't have to sit here and eat your shit sandwich with a big smile on my face.
Dickie: Who is this guy?
Needles: You know who I am. I'm one of the new guys–you know, the pseudo-chiefs you old-timers can't stand. But I got a good crew under me, and breaking us up isn't gonna do the department any goddamn good. Plus, I got a neighborh
TV Show: Rescue Me
