ROXIE: It feels like a cruel joke. Why give me children and a husband I adore if you're just gonna take them away from me? For what? Fucking lung cancer. I didn't even smoke.

MARK: Is this how it works? AL-HASHIMI: How what works? MARK: You think things are important... that everything's so important. And then you end up here and see.

LANGDON: 'May you trust in the unseen Providence that has chosen you to be a family. May you stand sure on your ground and know that every grace you need will unfold before you like all the mornings of your life.' SHERMAN: That's good. I'd add, support your woman and pack good snacks.

ROXIE: I'm sure you've seen a lot of death. MCKAY: I have seen my share. ROXIE: Any advice? I've never died before.

HELEN: What is there to say? I'm sad. I'm angry. I don't want him to go. There's so much that I wish were different. It's not fair.

How come? How long? How many? Sounds like a betting grid to me. We are back.

Javadi: I feel like an asshole. All they want is more time with their mother. All I want is less time with mine.

If you jump on my shift, that's just rude, man.

YANA: You're Muslim? PERLAH: I am. YANA: Thank you. PERLAH: Oh, for what? YANA: After the shooting, it was the Muslims that came together for us in support and... walked with us. You raised money. You... paid for all the funerals. Anyway... thank you.

ROXIE: I'm sure you've seen a lot of death. MCKAY: I have seen my share. ROXIE: Any advice? I've never died before.

ROXIE: Do you believe in God? MCKAY: I like the concept.

Oh, I forgot to tell him I love him.

ROBBY: Wait a minute. Is this a panic attack because of your mommy issues? SAMIRA: What? No— ROBBY: Jesus. Do you need to go home? You should go home. SAMIRA: No, I'm fine— ROBBY: I don't need the fucking liability. Go home.

MARK: Is this how it works? AL-HASHIMI: How what works? MARK: You think things are important... that everything's so important. And then you end up here and see.

YANA: Forgive me for being blunt, Dr. Robinavitch, but how old are you, huh... 50? ROBBY: Ish. YANA: Ish! 50-ish-year-old man on a motorcycle—very sad!

ROXIE: I'm sure you've seen a lot of death. MCKAY: I have seen my share. ROXIE: Any advice? I've never died before.

GARCIA: Crushed skull with tons of gray matter extravasation. At least it was quick. JOY: No helmet? O'NEIL: Nope, 'cause he took the PennDOT Motorcycle Safety Course. GARCIA: Isn't that what you took, Robby?

JOY: Oh, this is thrilling. Definitely worth $200,000 worth of student debt.

SANTOS: He should have been fired. But instead, he waltzes back in here, no big deal. Meanwhile, I've been a goddamn pariah for the last 10 months for doing the right thing. GARCIA: Or maybe you're a pariah because you don't play well with others.

We always offer. Two most important things: That they know we're here, and that we'll never stop offering.