One of my favorite TV
shows in the early days of this century was an ensemble piece called Third Watch. It was about first
responders—cops, firefighters and EMTs—set and shot in Manhattan. The stories
were for the most part well-written, and you know what a sucker I am for a good
police procedural.
But mostly it was the
mix of characters, with all their flaws, playing off one another, and growing. Almost
like, you know, humans.
I was reminded of one
exchange from the show recently. The setup is basically that the older EMT,
Doc, and the young legend-in-his-own-mind, Carlos, are discussing an attractive
new doctor in the local ER, in whom both are interested. (Even though, truth be
told, she is more car than Carlos can handle.) Neither has as yet made a move,
but already there is tension between the partners.
Carlos says, “I told
you I was interested,” and Doc replies, “What, now we’re in the eighth grade and
you called dibs?”
Carlos: “’Dibs?’ What
the hell is dibs?”
So I’m wondering how
many of my readers will get this reference:
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