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MIDLAND: And dare I ask what is in the Radio Bob Special? RADIO BOB: Quad long shot, grande, in a venti cup, half caff, no sleeve, salted caramel mocha latte with five pumps of toffee nut, half whole milk, half soy, extra hot, extra shot, extra foam, extra whip, sugar-free.
TELLER: My job consists of defusing, disarming, and dismantling: the three D's. We three-D bombs, grenades, improvised explosive devices - that's I.E.D.'s for you folks at home - homemade ordinances, rockets, firecrackers, cocktails, dynamite, et cetera. And I do mean et cetera.
SOBRERO: What did you do to your therapist?! TELLER: Stressed her out too much. But hey! Bob, you're not divorced, are you? RADIO BOB: Nah. I haven't found any dudes that can put up with my crippling gambling addiction. SOBRERO: Crippling gambling…?
RADIO BOB: - how could anyone actually hate Christmas? MIDLAND: No that is not what - holy mother of God, Bob, what is that? RADIO BOB: The Radio Bob Special, of course.
TELLER: Okay. Yeah. Sure, sure. We can go by the book tonight. Now: Do I need to go get that book and order you to give me a high-five?
TELLER: That's Tatiana Sobrero. I met her exactly three hours ago. She's apparently writing some sort of… profile… thing about the department, and got permission to ride along with us tonight. Aside from that and… Actually, I don't know anything about her.
TELLER: Maybe we should go back to talking about how Midland hates Christmas. MIDLAND: I don't hate Christmas! RADIO BOB: Why would anyone - MIDLAND: NEW YEAR'S! I. Hate. New Year's. This Night.
TELLER: All right, uno down! Once again: Much obliged, gentlemen, couldn't have done it without you. RADIO BOB: Hey, no problem, boss. MIDLAND: Just… glad to help. TELLER: Oh, come on, Midland. That was awesome. Lighten up and give me a high-five.
RADIO BOB: - how could anyone actually hate Christmas? MIDLAND: No that is not what - holy mother of God, Bob, what is that? RADIO BOB: The Radio Bob Special, of course.
TELLER: All right! Good man. You know I got your back. MIDLAND: Yeah. ⟨BEAT⟩ Although… On second thought, maybe we shouldn't have done that in front of the reporter. TELLER: Reporter? What reporter? SOBRERO: Hello. TELLER: Oh goddammit.
MIDLAND: Yeah, so, let's talk about that. I was thinking we could pop the trunk, and then we could take apart the - ⟨BEAT⟩ Or you could just crawl under the car! Sure! No problem. Well, let's get that device right up in your face. What could possibly go wrong?
RADIO BOB: Hey boss. You guys reading me? TELLER: Copy that, support. You getting the feed from the body cams? RADIO BOB: Nice and sharp, Number One. Standing by for support.
TELLER: Allll right, I'm seeing three primary arteries; here, here, and here. RADIO BOB: Try going for a triple bypass of the second one. MIDLAND: Umm, wait, wait, what about - TELLER: Scalpel! MIDLAND: Really? Are we really -
TELLER: Now, if you couldn't follow any of that? Relax. Here's all you need to know: Every year in the United States, there are over three thousand bomb threats. Everything from pipe bombs and plastic explosives to L.V.B.'s and the dreaded mortar shell.
TELLER: Oh come on. Of course I can say ‹shit›. I can say ‹shit›, right? SOBRERO: It'd… probably be better if you didn't.
MIDLAND: And dare I ask what is in the Radio Bob Special? RADIO BOB: Quad long shot, grande, in a venti cup, half caff, no sleeve, salted caramel mocha latte with five pumps of toffee nut, half whole milk, half soy, extra hot, extra shot, extra foam, extra whip, sugar-free.
TELLER: Radio Bob, you're running ETC. Find me an open channel. Midland? You're Doctor McSteamy. Scrub up. MIDLAND: ⟨SIGHS⟩ Roger that…
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