(Sheridan and Luis are in her hotel room after he saves them from Roger and Pierre, arguing… as usual)
Sheridan: I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
Luis: (smiles) Right.
Sheridan: I always have. I always will.
Luis: I'll call down for the ice. (goes to the phone)
Sheridan: (standing) I can make my own calls, thank you very much.
Luis: (turns back to Sheridan) You are not going anywhere except back on the couch.
Sheridan: (angry) Don't tell me what to do!
Luis: Would you stop being so pig-headed? You can't put weight on your ankle, so you gotta stay off of it.
Sheridan: I'll stand if I want to.
Luis: Back on the couch.
Sheridan: NO!
Luis: You're not making this very easy. (walks to the other side of her)
Sheridan: What are you doing?
Luis: (picks her up) What do you think I'm doing?
Sheridan: Put me down!
Luis: Yes, ma'am. (drops Sheridan on the couch)
Sheridan: OW! Who do you think you are?
Luis: Officer Lopez-Fitzgerald, at your service. (salutes her)
Sheridan: Do you think you can go around and just do anything you please?
Luis: No. (picks up an apple and shines it while Sheridan is talking)
Sheridan: You know, this routine might work back in Harmony, but when you have your tin star and your Smokey the Bear-(Luis sticks the apple in Sheridan's mouth, then goes to the phone)
Luis: (picks up the phone) Yes, room service… I'd like a bucket of ice, please…(looks at Sheridan)…a large bucket? Thanks. (hangs up)
(Sheridan throws the apple at Luis)
Luis: That's a good arm.
Sheridan: How dare you!
Luis: Dare what? After I try and save you?
Sheridan: Oh, you are such a male chauvinist!
Luis: Yeah, but you know what? If you hadn't listened to me in the first place, you wouldn't almost have gotten yourself-and me-killed.
Sheridan: Oh, so what, now it's my fault?
Luis: (looks around) Who else's?
Sheridan: I suppose you expect me to be grateful to you now… you know, why did you even come back here?
