Eric has the intelligence of a hamburger

Okay, Cap’n Nutburger and the Paranoia Patrol. Fine, I’m a sexual predator. Whatever dude, go run your high school gossip column or whatever it is you do. You’re going to hang yourself in here if you keep this up, Boston. (And no, that was not a threat, Producers.) Don’t worry. I only threaten women with my oversexed, out-of-control antics. Point is, I'm betting I can play nice with you longer than you can with me, and from here on, I'm going to poke and prod your Napoleon syndrome having arse until you snap. (midget)

I wonder if his firehouse is like this. I can just picture his squad hitting the scene of a huge fire, and the place burns down because Eric is busy telling Johnny that Bobby called him “jerk-face”.