Owen is lying on the ground with his head in a computer monitor.
Desmond: How is he? Is Owen going to be okay?!
EMT: The burns aren't bad, but he's sustained a massive head injury.

Desmond: Oh god, this is all my fault! I should have stopped him...
EMT: The only people at fault here are the organizers of this barbaric ritual.

Desmond: My decision-making skills were compromised because of the booze!
EMT: How much did you have tonight, son?

Desmond: Almost a whole wine cooler!
EMT: Pack it in, guys.