Matt: "Is it Shay's birthday or something?"
Ryan: "No, no, it's just a girls weekend. You're cool with that, right?"
Matt: "Yeah. Of course."
Ryan: "Does this hat make me look silly? My mom gave it to me."
Matt: "No, I like it." he shrugs, making her sigh
Ryan: "Hey, I'm sorry about the whole telling Dawson about the Jones' situation...who then went and told Jones. But I mean you gotta admit she deserved to know."
Matt: "I do too. And we were gonna tell her."
Ryan: "Yeah, I realized that...after I had already spilled" she sighs, moving over to her bag "It honestly just came out. I wasn't intending on telling them. Even though it was killing me."
Matt: "What do you mean?"
Ryan: "It's just secrets tend to do more harm than good."
Matt: "Yeah, well, you'd know." he snips, making her freeze in her spot "I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean-"
Ryan: "Sure you did."
Matt: "Ry..." he sighs, looking towards the window when hearing a horn honk
Ryan: "That's Shay." she hums, heading towards the door
Matt: "I love you." he calls after her
Ryan: "Yeah, you too." she nods, slamming the door shut behind her
•
Hermann: "Oatmeal? If I wanted to be healthy and miserable, I would have stayed home. Jonesy's dropping the ball."
Otis: "Yeah, well, Jones is late. Capp made that."
Hermann: "Yeah, that explains it then."
Cruz: "Damn, Mouch, you haven't even touched the stuff."
Mouch: "No appetite" he sighs "Not one reply to my Golden Oldeez profile."
Mills: "Nothing? Not even a bite?"
Mouch: "54 views, but no follow-ups or whatever."
Mills: "What the hell is that, Mouch?" he sighs, looking at his computer screen
Hermann: "What?" he questions, Mills turning the screen around to show them, making them break out into a laugh
Mouch: "Yeah, that's private, by the way."
Mills: "No, no, no. Why would you put this photo on your profile?"
Mouch: "I asked Ryan and she said, "women like a bad boy." he shrugs as they shake their heads in disappointment
Otis: "You found it smart to ask the queen of pranks..."
Cruz: "Who also happens to be married."
Otis: "What she looks for in a man?"
Mouch: "Fair point." he sighs
Mills: "I'll tell you what women like. Firemen, you knucklehead."
Mouch: "I like where you're going with this."
Mills: "Yeah, look, we are deleting this profile picture and putting up a new one."
Mouch: "When? How?"
Mills: "Right now. Come on" he nods, setting him next to a wall "Ah, right there. And smile."
•
Jones: "So when are you bouncing me from 51?"
Boden: "I'm not. Have a seat" he motions to a chair, watching as she folds her arms, staying in her spot "Look, I don't know what's going on between you and your father. It's none of my business. But as far as I'm concerned, you're one of my firefighters, and my job is to protect your job."
