Miller : "I know what you carry. We all carry it. We share the burden. But you dropped your corner and you left it up to the rest of us."

Sullivan : "Yeah, you have no idea what I've carried. I've spent two of the worst years of my life in Montana after my wife died. Small station, all white firefighters, except me. I absorbed hundreds of these racial jokes from them. 'Look at that monkey racing up that ladder.' I had a thousand fantasies about swinging on them. But you know what? I never did. I sucked it up. I bit it back. And when I couldn't do it anymore, I put in for a transfer. Because if I threw that punch... I make myself exactly what they think I am."

Miller : "We've all experienced that crap. It only proves that things haven't changed and it doesn't excuse your behavior."

Sullivan : "And I'm over here and I'm supposed to take the same crap from you???"

Miller : "Comparing me to racists now? It's not the same!"

Sullivan : "It feels the same! (pause) You know, Miller, you may have walked in my shoes, but we haven't traveled the same distance."

Miller : "We back to drugs now?"

Sullivan : "No, I'm talking about the silver spoon stuck between your ears. Pull it out, and maybe you'll be ready to listen. I don't have to tell you what it's like to be Black. And you have rank over me, so you can yell all you want. Just know one thing. Us fighting is exactly what they want."