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Hen: I don't know if this makes me a bad person, but I don't like having him around. See. Terrible person.
Athena: Well, you just have to build a little trust with him. That's all.
Hen: Then what? What happens when we do something that Denny doesn't like? Is he going to go running to his father?
Athena: That doesn't sound like Denny. That sounds like your anxiety talking.
Eddie: Well, according to this, you can get new cognitive abilities after a serious injury to the central nervous system.
Buck: Oh, which I definitely had.
Eddie: But some doctors are saying it's not a real thing.
Buck: Uh, you think I secretly know the square root of 162 all these years and just been holding out? No, come on. It has to be the lightning.
Eddie: Fair point.
I'm the guy with the answers. I kind of like it.
Buck
Buck: Hey, this isn’t some kind of mob establishment, is it?
Eddie: Different kind of family.
Hen: Nothing like plain, old water.
Bobby: Yeah. Everything old is new again.
Sherrie's mom: Maybe this wouldn't have happened if she felt like she could talk to me.
Hen: You can't do that to yourself. Kids are utterly unpredictable when they're trying to figure out who they are. The best we can do is show up for them when they need us.
Karen: Are we ready?
Hen: Not even a little bit.
Captain Williams: Diaz, you are always welcome here. But leave the human calculator at the firehouse, at least until his lightning superpowers wear off.
Buck: Uh, Chief?
Eddie: I think she noticed.
Chimney: Hey, glad you guys could make it.
Bobby: Thanks for having us over.
Athena: I'm dying to see the house.
Chimney: Yeah. Seems like a lot of people feel the same way.
Buck: Maddie, I’m fine.
Maddie: Buck, you died, okay? And not almost. You actually died. We don’t know the long-term repercussions of that.
Buck: Well, it was only for three minutes. Come on, if a guy can’t make a joke about dying, what’s the point in living?
Eddie: So, now, am I allowed to ask how you are?
Buck: Honestly, Eddie, I don’t know.
Eddie: You died, Buck. You’re gonna feel a lot of different ways about that. Sometimes all at the same time. I found the best way to process it is to allow yourself to feel it.
Buck: But you do eventually, right? You process it?
Eddie: Every day you open your eyes in the morning, you feel a little less surprised the world’s still there.
Bobby: I’ve been feeling a little lost.
Wendall: Then let’s help you find your way back.
