The blade is in your aorta. You pull it out, you will bleed, and you will die. Consider this a professional courtesy.
Fire... It's a living thing. It breathes, it eats, and it hates. The only way to beat it is to think like it. To know that this flame will spread this way across the door and up across the ceiling, not because of the physics of flammable liquids, but because it wants to. Some guys on this job, the fire owns them, makes 'em fight it on it's level, but the only way to truly kill it is to love it a little.
These young guys are playing checkers. I’m out there playing chess.
You are not out of options until Dr. Melendez says you are.
I only got one rule. One rule only. You gonna do something, you do it right. You don't know how to do it, ask me, all right? Likewise, if you need anything from me, you better speak up...
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