Pressure

[first lines]

Patrick Fisher:
[screaming with pain]

Steve Hillman:
You just have to hold on. Hold on, captain. Hey, hey, come on, stay with me. Buddy, come on, you gotta tell me what hurts. Where's it hurt?

Patrick Fisher:
Would you please help me!

Steve Hillman:
Where does it hurt?

Patrick Fisher:
All in my stomach.

Steve Hillman:
Where?

Patrick Fisher:
What?

Steve Hillman:
Where? Which side?

Patrick Fisher:
Here!

Patrick Fisher:
Steve, Med School isn't something you excel at. It's something you endure.

Steve Hillman:
Look, at this point I just want to stay alive

Patrick Fisher:
Yeah, well, you could have fooled me.

Steve Hillman:
Go to hell!

Patrick Fisher:
What? We are in hell!

Steve Hillman:
She knows about Amber.

Patrick Fisher:
Maybe you going down in a hail of bullets wouldn't be so bad after all.

Patrick Fisher:
[about Unabomber comment] Hey, uh, Olie, listen. W-w-what I said earlier, I hope you didn't take offense.

Olie Parks:
Don't sweat it kid. I'll mail ya something special.

Steve Hillman:
So if there is anybody dumb enough on this planet to shoot his own dick off, congratulations Sheriff, that's your boy.

[last lines]

Patrick Fisher:
You ought to marry that woman, have babies, grab a mortgage, and settle down.

Steve Hillman:
Yeah, well, there'll be time for that. You know what we need?

Patrick Fisher:
Hm.

Steve Hillman:
We need... you know, when you get all better?

Patrick Fisher:
What's that?

Steve Hillman:
A road trip.

Steve Hillman:
If we're gonna do this, let's get on with it.