Top 300 Quotes From Chicago Fire

Chief: What happened?
Kelly: Victim got stuck in the pipe. He's upside down.
Chief: I heard this call was on a booze cruise, and I knew it'd be one for the ages.
Joe: Good to go.
Chief: Whoa, whoa, Severide, what are you doing? He's jammed in there pretty tight. You could cut him.
Kelly: This is heavy-gauge steel. I'm just gonna score it, snap the cowl off.
Chief: You all right with this, Chief?
Wallace: He knows what he's doing.

Matthew: Psst. Hey. Is that-- what's his name-- Grainger covering for you?
Christopher: Yeah.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambulance 61, structure fire, 7725...
Christopher: Lucky you guys, huh? The, uh, the middle pressure nozzle is a little stripped!

Joe: I'm stressed out because Chloe's stressed out.

Kelly: How big is the piece of furniture you're having delivered to the apartment?
Stella: Pretty big actually.
Kelly: I don't wanna be rescuing any more deliverymen.
Stella: No promises.

Joe: Is this thing with Otis some sort of a medical mystery? Why don't we have any answers yet?
Christopher: Relax. This is Chicago Med. They're gonna figure it out.
Joe: I hope you're right. You remember Jose Vargas? That was as tough as they come. Then boom, medical discharge. We barely ever saw him again.
Randall: I heard he moved to Alabama. Can that be right? Alabama?
Christopher: How about a little power of positive thinking? The two of you. Otis isn't going anywhere but back to this firehouse.

Lieutenant: Kylie, Chief Boden in his office?
Kylie: No, he stepped away for a while.
Blake: Wait. Are you serious? You're gonna report me to Boden? I got us in that house with no damage whatsoever. What's your problem?
Lieutenant: What you did was very a direct order. You went freelancing, Gallo. You could've fallen trying to get in that window or found a vicious dog waiting for you inside or an armed occupant who thought you were breaking in!
Blake: I can handle myself, Lieutenant!
Lieutenant: Yeah?
Blake: Yeah. Not like you'll ever see it, treating me like a little kid, right? "Stay on my hip. Wait by the truck." I'M NOT A CANDIDATE ANYMORE! I'VE BEEN RIDING 81 SINCE WAY BEFORE YOU GOT HERE, AND I'LL RIDE IT WAY AFTER YOU'RE GONE!

Wallace: You didn't get your TRA certification.
Randall: Well...
Wallace: Chief Zamos says you didn't follow simple training.
Randall: That's not...
Wallace: Give me one good reason why you couldn't just follow orders.
Randall: I was with a bunch of 20-year-olds! Do you know how many times I get a chance to show off around here, to show the young crew what I can do? I'm never the hero, Chief. I haven't been for a long time. I got a little carried away, a little caught up that they were watching me, looking to learn from me. You should have seen 'em, Chief. Everyone impressed that a guy like me had something to show young firefighters like them. I'm sorry to get you involved, Chief. I'll--I'll take the certification again next time it's offered. I'll do it their way.

News: We're getting reports from CPD that there is one armed man who has taken several hostages after his vehicle crashed into the front of Vince's Mart and Bakery in the 400 block of South Archer Avenue. And I understand there was gunfire...
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Ambulance 61, multiple injuries. 424 South Archer Avenue.
Randall: That address is right there.
News: The incident originally began with the high-speed chase we were following right here on 5 Chicago at the top of the hour. And our eye in the sky continues to capture these dramatic images as we attempt to bring you more information. There is...
Kelly: Is that Chief's buggy?
News: So much we don't know.
Randall: I think it is.
Kelly: Why is it parked back by the shopping carts? Instead of with the other first responders?
Randall: Huh.

Blake: [searching an apartment roof for a person trapped] Hello?
[as he keeps searching, he sees a plank pushed against the door to the inside and a man sitting over the edge of the roof]
Blake: Lieutenant, our victim isn't trapped.
Roof: What are you doing here? Get away from me!
Stella: Gallo, we didn't catch the end of that.
Blake: Hey, it's okay.
[adjusts his radio so Kidd, Carver, and Mouch can hear him without pressing the transmission button]
Blake: We just got a report that there was someone trapped on the roof. I'm here to help.
Roof: I'm not trapped. Get the hell out of here!
Stella: 81 to Main, we need a crisis negotiator to 3445 Rush right away. We have a potential suicide in progress.
Blake: What's your name?
Roof: None of your business.
Blake: Mine's Blake. And if there's anything you want to talk out, I'm here, and I want to help, okay?
Roof: There's nothing to talk out.
Blake: Well, something got you up here.
Roof: Made mistakes that are gonna hurt people. A lot of us did, but the buck stops with me.
Blake: It sounds like you're being pretty rough on yourself.
Roof: You don't know what you're talking about, okay?
Blake: Okay. So... tell me?
Roof: Tomorrow, my company's going to announce we're closing more than half our stores. Hundreds of people will lose their jobs.
Blake: That's rough. I'm sorry. I've been hearing that a lot these days. Economy shifting, inflation. There's a lot out there you can't control. Can I sit down? Promise, I'm not gonna touch you. People can handle losing their jobs. What's a lot harder is losing the ones you love. I bet you have a bunch of those.
Roof: I got a few, yeah. I'm gonna be an embarrassment to them. After this news comes out.
Blake: Say that's true, worst case scenario. Even so, time passes. Sooner than you think, it'll be in the rear view mirror. You'll still be here. That's all they want. Every day, that's all I wish, that my family was still here.
Emergency dispatch: Crisis team is two blocks away.
Stella: Copy that.
Roof: I appreciate you saying that.
Blake: It's the truth. That's all. People can make it through really hard times and still live a beautiful life.
Roof: I'm sorry about all this.
Blake: It happens. All that matters is that the...
[the roof man pushes himself off the roof and lands on the street below, dying from the impact]

Matthew: Hey.
[Dawson is looking at an adoption clinic brochure]
Gabriela: What's this?
Matthew: Just... hear me out. I wanted to gather all the information I could and put it out on the table so we could make an informed decision. I reached out to an adoption consultant who was really impressive. You'd like her. And this isn't like Louie's situation. These kids aren't from the foster system. Devon can help us find a young couple who maybe isn't ready for parenthood and we can adopt the baby from birth. We can be the only parents our child would ever know.
Gabriela: And... why did you think it'd be okay to talk to them without me?
Matthew: Well, if we're being fair, this isn't just your decision, as much as you wanna think it is. I have some say here...
Gabriela: What happens in five years when the birth mother decides she *is* ready for parenthood? What happens when she sues for custody?
Matthew: Our information can be private, Gabby.
Gabriela: Okay, 'cause that worked out so great last time. Maybe you don't remember a stranger on our doorstep on our wedding day, but I do. I am not adopting, Matt.
[voice cracking]
Gabriela: I wanna have my own baby. Why is that so hard for you to understand?
Matthew: Well, I want to also, but, Gabby, you can't have one. I didn't mean it...
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Ambulance 61, bicycle accident, 32 West Madison.

Christopher: Hey, so, uh, when are you gonna tell people about Chloe being...
Joe: Shh, shh. Listen, she's being extra careful, all right? She doesn't want anybody to know for a couple weeks. Just in case anything...
[Mouch pops up in front in them]
Christopher: Hey.
Randy: Why'd you just stop talking like that?
Joe: What? No, I didn't.
Randy: Was it about me?
Joe: Uh, no.
Christopher: No.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Squad 3, Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambulance 61, structure collapse, 18th and South Paulina.

Sylvie: Hey.
Christopher: Hey.
Sylvie: Ritter said you were asking about that little boy.
Christopher: Uh, yeah. How's he doing?
Sylvie: Well, they were still running tests when we left, but he was stable. I'm glad we were in the neighborhood. Otherwise...
Christopher: They were gonna make that kid wait for 15 minutes. Can you believe that?
Sylvie: Yeah, it's--it's these constant nonemergency calls.
Christopher: I already phoned home. I made Cindy do a head count on all the kids. I just wonder. Am I ever gonna stop doing that after a call with little ones?
Kylie: Hey, sorry to interrupt. Chief Boden wants to see you two in his office.
Christopher: Us two?
Kylie: That's what he said.

Violet: Hey, we just landed at the hostage scene.
Kelly: Is Boden there?
Violet: I see Chief Walker talking to the police up by TAC Command, but it's not Boden
Kelly: Is his buggy in the parking lot? Back by the shopping cart return?
Violet: Yeah, it is.
Kelly: Okay, thanks, Violet. We're on our way. Roll rigs to the hostage scene! Now!
[everyone gets into their respective rigs and drives to the hostage scene]
Kelly: Dispatch, this is Squad 3, Truck 81, Engine 51. We're rolling out to 424 South Archer for additional support.

Blake: You ready? What's up?
Darren: I called admissions at Johns Hopkins, asked about Emma Jacobs.
Blake: You called them?
Darren: Yep. Had a hunch. She never attended that school.
Blake: Why would she lie about that?
Darren: No idea. But I'm telling you, there's something off about her.

Matthew: I have a crazy idea.
Kelly: Yeah?
Matthew: I was reading about these last-minute plane deals where you sign up to fly any place there's a cancellation: could be South Africa, Japan, some island off the coast of Scotland... You don't know until they call.
Kelly: [Looks unenthusiastic]
Matthew: What? Guaranteed adventure. Spin the wheel. Go wherever they tell you.
Capp: That's how you end up in a Turkish prison somewhere.
Randall: Turkey, Capp. Turkish prisons are in Turkey.

Kelly: [conducting an underwater rescue search in a capsized boat] Cruz, you see anything over there?
Joe: Nothing.
[Capp and Tony emerge]
Capp: I saw where the engine blew out the hull. Trunk and cockpit are underwater. No survivors.
Kelly: Okay. I don't like the look inside here. 60 seconds, search for the body, then we're out the way we came. Understood?
Capp: Copy.

Wallace: Is it quitting time already?
Matthew: It is indeed, Chief.
Wallace: Where did the morning go?

Kelly: Stella should be done by now. I wonder why she's not back.
Matthew: I think you're more nervous about all this than she is.
Kelly: Ah. To be honest, it's not the test that's on my mind. It's more... what comes next. Wanted to let her focus on making lieutenant, so I've been holding off, but... I wanna talk to her about getting married.

Sylvie: Brett. Sylvie. Listen, I'm sorry I jumped you on that call. I just had a...
Sylvie: I have never been spoken to like that before in my life! Not on the sidewalk, not at work, certainly not by someone who's supposed to be my partner! That was in front of a victim!
Gabriela: No, I know, I'm sorry. I had, I had this...
Sylvie: Gabby, I don't care what you had going on in your life. I have things going on too. I treat you with respect every time the bells go off. If you can't do the same for me, don't ride with me on 61.
[angrily walks away]
Gabriela: Brett.

Joe: That was Javi's school. They want me to go to a parent-teacher conference after shift.
Randall: Oh, that can't be good.
Darren: Mouch!
Christopher: He's right. When you get called in, means the kid done wrong. Trust me.
Joe: I don't know how to handle something like this! Otis doesn't get in trouble.
Christopher: Because he can't talk yet.

Christopher: Engine 17 responded to one. Bronzeville, 43rd and King Drive.
Wallace: Facility manager reported that the dryer belt from the motor to the drum was replaced on the sixth of the month.
Matthew: Found another one?
Kelly: We found three more. Hyde Park, Lawndale, and now...
Christopher: Bronzeville.
Kelly: Five laundromat fires since Monday. And every one started in the dryers.
Matthew: Could it be some kind of insurance scam?
Wallace: Doesn't seem to be any link between the establishments. They're all independently owned.
Kelly: None of the dryers had frayed belts or build-up in the lint filters. All the exhaust ducts were clear. It doesn't make any sense.
Matthew: Is somebody targeting these businesses?
Christopher: Random laundromats all over Chicago?
Wallace: Something's going on, that's for sure. We've got four victims in the hospital, one of them critical.
Matthew: Well, 81 is up on blocks for a while. If you want to go nosing around, I got time.
Kelly: You wanna jump in the Squad, head back to that first fire for a closer look?
Wallace: I'll call HQ and tell them they better issue an alert.

Joe: [finding Otis lying down on the bathroom floor] Otis? Hey!
Brian: He clocked me, man. That firefighter from Detroit, he's lying.
Joe: Captain! In here!

Matthew: Mayday! Mayday! The fire's advanced to the roof! Kidd and Gallo have fallen through! I do not have eyes on them!
Wallace: Squad 3, get to the top floor. Attempt a RIT rescue.
Kelly: On my way!
Matthew: Kidd, Gallo, report!
Stella: Ah! Gallo, you okay?
Blake: I think so.
Stella: We're okay. We're on the third floor. The fire's raging up here.
Wallace: Casey, you have to evacuate that roof. Can you reach the victim?
Matthew: I think I have a plan. Stay right there.

Lieutenant: Apparently, the stable was an overflow boarding facility for mounted patrol horses. So as you can imagine, you've got multiple city departments pushing for answers-- CPD, City Hall. They're all over us, trying to determine a cause before it hits the news and the animal rights people start screaming about getting rid of the mounted patrol again.
Randall: So a man died, and all they care about is damage control?
Lieutenant: Yeah, it's a pretty damn cynical approach. Was anyone else on duty when you arrived on scene?
Stella: No, just the stable manager.
Blake: Mouch is the one that got him out of there.
Lieutenant: Did he say anything about how the fire might've started?
Randall: No, he was... What was his name, Leroy?
Lieutenant: Leroy Merrill.
Randall: Mr. Merrill only had one concern-- getting those horses to safety. He gave his life for it. If... If they try and pin this on him, call it negligence, a man who can't even defend himself...
Sam: Mouch seemed to have a nice connection with the guy.
Lieutenant: So no one saw any obvious cause on the scene?
Sam: Looked like a pretty decent facility-- clean, nothing out of place, horses well cared for.
Lieutenant: You know your way around a stable?
Sam: A little bit, yeah.
Stella: I'm pretty sure I know where the fire started. I can show you if you want.
Lieutenant: Yeah, that'd be great.

Brian: Like I was saying, not to get pedantic about it, but the golden age of magic is over. I mean, with today's technology, the entire industry's, like... 30% sleight-of-hand, 70% engineering.
Capp: Uh-huh.

Emily: Hey, what's all this?
Sylvie: Oh, it's a big charity event. Basically, you jump into Lake Michigan.
Emily: In February. You're joking. For why?
Sylvie: I just said, for charity.
Emily: For crazy, you mean.

Joe: Okay, go.
[a woman walks into the firehouse]
Joe: Hi there. Can I help you?
Mazie: Yeah, um...
Capp: Mazie.
[he and Mazie kiss]
Capp: What brings you by?
Mazie: You, uh, left your phone at my house.
Capp: Oh, that's where it was. Thanks, babe.
Mazie: No problem. I may or may not have hidden it from you just so I'd have an excuse to see you again.
Capp: Aw. Oh, hey, these are the guys.
Mazie: Okay, don't tell me. Let me guess.
[to Tony]
Mazie: Severide.
[to Severide]
Mazie: Cruz.
[to Cruz]
Mazie: Tony. Right?
Joe: How did you describe us?
Mazie: No?
Capp: [points at the correct people] That's Severide, that's Cruz, that's Tony.
Mazie: Nice to meet you guys.
Kelly: It's, uh, good to meet you, Mazie.
Capp: You got to get to the hospital?
Mazie: I do. Yeah.
Capp: Oh. She works in the NICU over at Lakeshore.
Mazie: One more year, fingers crossed, I'll have my master's in nursing.
Capp: Without a doubt.
[alarm blares]
Joe: Oh, ah...
Emergency dispatch: Squad 3, Ambulance 61, capsized boat...
Capp: That's us.
Mazie: Be careful.
Emergency dispatch: 53rd Street Beach.
Capp: I will.
[he kisses Mazie]
Capp: Bye, babe.
Mazie: Bye.
[the Squad 3 members get into their truck and drive off]

Watch: A 1965 Rolex "Double Red" Sea Dweller.
Matthew: Inheritance.
Watch: Hmm, your dad left you a great watch.
Matthew: Uncle, actually.
Watch: He into diving?
Matthew: Navy.
Watch: Well, this is the gold standard of dive watches. Initials "JMD" mean anything to you?
Matthew: Yeah. They were, uh... It's a family thing.
Watch: Okay, well, sailor cap off to your uncle for keeping it in pristine condition. You wanna know how much it's worth?

Christopher: [upon seeing a sign with Mouch dressed as an elf saying there are free donuts at 51] That is pretty good.
Sylvie: Oh, come on, you can do way better than this, Mouch. You gotta hit him back. Hit him back hard.
Blake: She's right.
Trudy: [walks up and sees the sign] You don't dance for me like that, baby.
Randall: [through gritted teeth] All you gotta do is ask.
Trudy: Huh.

Joe: Chloe just told me that she's pregnant this morning.
Christopher: What? Aw, man! That is great news!
Joe: You cannot tell anyone, okay? Chloe specifically told me that no one can find out anything, okay?
Christopher: Okay. Congratulations, Joe. You, my friend, are gonna make a great dad. Kids are the best thing in the whole world, even when they're not.

Sylvie: I mean, there are good men who aren't still, deep down, in love with their exes, right? I mean, you found Severide.
Stella: What? He is being a real weirdo. So first he saddled me with Capp for a squad study session. And then he bailed on me again tonight, and both times he said he had 'a thing'.
Sylvie: You didn't ask for any specifics?
Stella: No. I probably should've. Something is up. That is for sure.

Violet: Hey, guys.
Blake: Hey.
Darren: Hi.
Blake: It's fine, we're not at work anymore.
Violet: Just wanted to let you guys know, I'm full time at 51 now. Really looking forward to working with you.
[walks away]
Darren: You're gonna have to pull yourself together. You know that, right?
[Gallo chuckles]
Darren: This is gonna be a disaster.

Lieutenant: [reading from her computer] "There were false prophets among the people, even as there will be false teachers among you who will secretly bring in damnable heresies, and bring upon themselves swift destruction."
Kelly: Sounds pretty Old Testament.
Lieutenant: No. 2nd Peter, Chapter 2.
Kelly: Don't laugh at me.
Lieutenant: I'm not laughing. Anyway, it seems like we're dealing with somebody who thinks these so-called false teachers are destroying Catholicism. Progressive priests like Father Anthony, Father Marcus. Which means our arsonist isn't some psychopath. This is very personal to him.
Kelly: I think I found something. The arrow going through the heart. In every book, it points to this same verse. "The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?"
Lieutenant: Wait a second. I-I know that quote.
Kelly: Well, you've been staring at Bible study websites for hours now.
Lieutenant: No. No, that's not why. I got it.

Ritter: [grabs a hose and helps Herrmann extinguish a huge fire] I'M NOT LEAVING YOU!

Randall: [after they lift a casket off Cody and it pops open] Well that's convenient.
Matthew: You could've told us it was empty.
Cody: I do these runs all the time, they never tell me what's inside and I don't ask.

Chief: What part of "evacuate" don't you understand? I knew this promotion was a bad idea: now you got no adult supervision.
Chief: [Both smile]
Wallace: Just the way I like it.

Darren: Okay, enough. I can't take the two of you arguing anymore, so I'm gonna need to-...
Violet: [Look smiling at each other, cross arms and look at Ritter]
Darren: Oh, you already made up.
Blake: Ah, look at this guy.
[laughs]
Darren: Yeah, look, I swear: if this happens again, I'm stepping off this roller coaster.
Violet: Well, roller coasters are a blast.
Darren: Not this one.

Lieutenant: Well, it looks like this one burned hot and fast.
Kelly: Hey, Seager.
Lieutenant: Do we know how it happened?
Kelly: Maybe. Fire started over here. See the V-pattern? I'm thinking the power strip caught the curtain on fire.
Blake: That's funny. I thought it started over here? I don't know what I'm talking about, but it's a pretty good depth of char, right?
Lieutenant: Sure is. Looks like we got two points of origin. No, wait, there's another one.
Mason: Um, is this another V-pattern?
Kelly: Multiple points of origin?
Lieutenant: Hey, we got a highly suspicious fire here.
Melissa: Please let me see for myself! Oh my God!
Stella: Ma'am, you can't be in here.
Tony: I tried to tell her.
Melissa: But this is my apartment.
Stella: It's not safe right now.
Lieutenant: Ma'am, why don't you wait downstairs for a minute? I'll be right down to get some information from you.
Tony: Come on.
Lieutenant: Was this swing arm engaged when you guys forced entry?
Blake: Huh, I guess so. I didn't even notice.
Randall: No surprise. You were hell bent on getting in here.
Lieutenant: So whoever started this fire was inside when you arrived.
Joe: But there were only three young boys in here all by themselves.
Lieutenant: Well, it looks like one of them tried to burn this place down.

Wallace: All of this extra work, I might think you're gunning for a promotion.
Kelly: Nah, I'll leave that to Kidd.
Wallace: Her lieutenant studies. How are they? They going well?
Kelly: I'm keeping out of it.

Ritter: Whatcha doin'?
Randall: Seeing if I can make sense of this code. Find out who the letter belongs to.
Ritter: Oh. No luck at the post office?
Randall: Oh, you mean the living monument to the demise of public service.

Stella: I need to make a good impression.

Darren: Hey there.
Randy: What do you say, D.R.?
Darren: You seen any, uh, any good movies lately?
Randy: Sadly, no. Trudy's on a "Nordic nor" kick, so we're streaming a crime show from Iceland that never seems to end.
Darren: That's too bad.
Randy: Telling me.
Darren: Anything else new with you?
Randy: What do you mean?
Darren: Nothing.
Randy: Do you have something you want to ask me?
Darren: What?
[laughs]
Darren: No. I'm just... making conversation. You know, just hanging with my mentor. But it seems like you are not in the mood, so no worries. All good.

Stella: I love this house. When I get my lieutenant's placement, how am I ever gonna find a house as good as this one?
Kelly: Not gonna lie, it's gonna be a tough search finding you the right house. But look, wherever you go, you'll take a piece of 51 with you. And you'll plant it and it'll grow.
Stella: You're wonderful. You know that?
Kelly: I love you, Stella Kidd.

Darren: Okay. Read your opening.
Randall: In the Second City, west of the Ryan of Dan, a treasure is yours if you follow this plan.
Christopher: Ryan of Dan?
Randall: Dan Ryan Expressway. Ryan of Dan just sounds more poetic.
Christopher: Pathetic, not poetic.
Randall: We have to rhyme with Dan. It's harder to rhyme with Ryan.
Darren: Lion, dyin', cryin'.
Christopher: Flyin'.
Randall: You're not helping.
Darren: I am trying to help.
Randall: Okay, okay. Let's read your opening, then.
Darren: You know, I don't think you're in the right frame of mind to hear it.
Randall: Oh, well, it's never gonna get any better than this.
Darren: A contest, a battle that'll rattle Second City. Listen, at wit's end, these spits end and split ends that glisten with treasure, not pity. And that's as far as I got.
Randall: That's pretty good.
Christopher: I got no idea what it's saying.
Randall: Isn't that the point?
Christopher: Yeah. Yeah, it is. Good job. Keep going.

Stella: Okay, no time for deodorant, but I will still smell better than the rest of my unit.

Matthew: [about Blake Gallo] Talent and heart in spades. Tell me that's not exactly the kind of energy we need at 51 right now.
Kelly: Did he say, I gotta dip?
Matthew: What that kid's got, you can't teach. He could be a real shot in the arm for the whole house.
Kelly: Yeah, maybe. But how are you gonna convince Boden?

Matthew: Any victims missing?
Sylvie: Yeah, one adult male.
Matthew: Who from Squad is diving?
Sylvie: All of them.

Paramedic: Maybe we should break up.
Blake: Maybe we should get married!
Paramedic: You are out of your mind.

Marco: Hey, uh, remember me?
Darren: Of course. What's going on?
Marco: It's about the missing airplane part.
Darren: Yeah? You know something?
Marco: Maybe. If I tell you who got it, they gonna get in trouble?
Darren: That's not really up to us. But it'll be a lot better for them if they come forward with it voluntarily.
Marco: It's not me, man. I... Just-Just forget I said anything.
Darren: Hey, whoa. You can't tell me you know who's got it and then just walk out of here.
Marco: I'm no snitch.
Darren: Okay, but here's the thing, Marco. A firefighter is gonna end up taking the hit for this. One of the guys that helped save your classmates. Are you okay with that? Look, I know it's not always easy to do the right thing, but you're not a coward. I saw you brave a wall of fire to get yourself out of that classroom. Hell, it even takes guts to come down here and talk to me. But you gotta finish what you started.

Sylvie: Joe? Can you hear me, Joe?
Joe: [groans] Oh, I feel like I got hit by a fire truck.
Randall: No, a fire truck got hit by your face.
Joe: [grunts] Ah, that's bright.
Wallace: Okay, let's clear a path for ambo. Let's get him to Med.
Joe: Uh, Med? No, I don't need to go to a hospital...
[tries to sit up]
Sylvie: Hey, hey.
Kelly: No, Cruz, Cruz. You got your bell rung, man. You're in concussion protocol now.
Joe: Yeah, but I'm getting married.
Sylvie: No, easy, easy.

Wallace: You know, you don't have to eat in here just 'cause we're both on this ridiculous diet.
Stella: Actually, I do, 'cause the smell of bacon in the common room was killing me.
Wallace: This is reminding me of my deep water rescue training.
Stella: How's that?
Wallace: The tendency of a drowning victim to pull their rescuer down with them.
Stella: Stop. I offered.
Wallace: Doesn't mean it was a good idea.
Stella: Chief, please. It's nice to have your back for once, 'cause you always have mine. And the oatmeal isn't that bad.
Wallace: Yes, it is.

Darren: I think I have a way we can brainstorm ideas without us getting into a war.
Blake: Okay.
Darren: We write our ideas down on a slip of paper, and pull them out of a hat and discuss them anonymously.
Blake: [Talking to Violet] I gave you a birthday card a couple years ago. You know my handwriting.
Violet: Oh. If I ever did, I forgot it. Trust me.
Blake: Well, yours isn't very memorable either.
Darren: Seriously?

Christopher: Hmm.
[cell phone ringing]
Christopher: Perfect timing, Cindy. Hey, sweetheart. What's up? Did you open it? Well, what are you waiting for? Open it! Oh, you gotta be kidding me. It's a letter from the IRS. Molly's is getting audited. What did I tell ya? Our luck has run out. That Saint Bernard mug was the only thing keeping failure at bay. All right. Keep reading, Cindy. What else does it say?
Brian: There's no such thing as bad luck.
Stella: He doesn't know that.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Squad 3, Ambulance 61, person trapped, 26 State Street.

Captain: Ms. Curtis, I'm Captain Alexa Hubble with the Office of Fire Investigation. I believe you've already met Lieutenant Severide.
Niya: Yes, hi. Thank you so much for what you did for Miriam. And for me.
Kelly: How is she doing?
Niya: I guess it's a pretty serious spinal injury that the doctors need to get in there and see what they can do. I'm just praying for her.
Captain: It's nice of you to look after her like this.
Niya: She doesn't have anyone else. Her husband died last year. Was there any sign of Miles in the salon? My dog?
Captain: No.
Niya: Well, that's a good thing, right? Maybe he got out.
Captain: I need to ask you a few questions about the fire. Is that okay?
Niya: Yeah, sure.
Captain: Where were you when the fire started?
Niya: I don't know when the fire started. I came in early to take Miles for his walk and my salon was in flames. When I checked my security cameras, Miles was in there. He was sleeping by the door. I was trying to find out how the fire started but... See? The camera stopped working. I guess because of the fire. I don't know.
Kelly: It had cut out at least half an hour before the fire started.
Captain: How often do your cameras shut down like this?
Niya: They're just wi-fi cameras. You know how that stuff goes in and out.
Captain: It's a little strange, though, isn't it? The timing?
Niya: You think I burned down my salon?
Captain: It is too soon to make a determination, but we are looking for the truth.
Niya: Well, here's the truth: I loved that salon. It wasn't ever gonna make me rich, but it was my dream. My own place where my clients could come and--and hang out, and feel like they were at home with family. Miriam is family. I would never put her in danger like that.
Kelly: Niya, no one's accusing you of anything.
Niya: She is!
Kelly: We're just looking for answers, and this is helpful, what you're telling us. You're not gonna get railroaded here, I promise you.
Niya: You have to find whoever did this.
Kelly: We're gonna try like hell. That's a guarantee. Can you... Can we get a copy of that whole video?
Niya: Of course, yes. I-I can send you the link.

Joe: Lieutenant!
Stella: Cruz. Oh, we were supposed to have a chat, weren't we? Sorry about that.
Joe: No. No worries.
Stella: What's going on?
Joe: Um, I just, uh, wanted to talk to you about Severide. So look, I get that you two don't wanna broadcast this stuff to the whole house, but as acting lieutenant on the squad, it would've been nice to know about his change of plans.
Stella: What change of plans?
Joe: You know, the fact that he's wrapped up this thing in Alabama and now he's on some ATF investigation in... I don't even know where.
Stella: What are you talking about, Cruz?
Joe: Um, you know what? My bad. I obviously don't know what I'm talking about. I... Forget I said anything.
Stella: No, no. Where did you hear this?
Joe: It was just chit-chat at the academy. And those guys, they're always the last to know anything, so... I'm sorry I brought it up. Really.

Brian: Wait, wait. I have it: we build an obstacle course, "American Ninja Warrior" style, except we have stretcher races and a rope climb and things we actually do to train.
Sylvie: We could use the ladders on the ground as a high-knees section.
Brian: Yeah.
Joe: And a dummy drag.
Emily: Put them in our coats to really wear them out.
Brian: Uh-huh.
Sylvie: There's something here.
Randall: A class action lawsuit.

Violet: You know how much I hate it when you almost die. Why did you do that?
Blake: My apologies. I really did screw that one up.
Violet: Oh, well, don't beat yourself up. That's my job.

Randall: Just heard you were looking for me, Chief?
Wallace: Yes. Please tell me why you didn't take the TRA training class five years ago when you were supposed to?
Randall: Uh, pretty sure I did.
Wallace: You did not.
Randall: Well, that's a puzzler.
Wallace: Uh-huh. Report to Firehouse 33.
Randall: Copy that. Oh, uh, when did you mean?
Wallace: Now, Mouch.
Randall: Oh, no, Chief. That is not something I was prep...
[Boden glares and Mouch and he leaves]

Kelly: Van Meter.
Captain: What is this, Severide? Why do I feel like I'm being ambushed?
Kelly: Look, you know the insurance company disagrees with you on the cause of this fire.
Captain: How is that any of your business?
Kelly: They think you're covering something up. Now CPD's involved.
Captain: And you're helping them?
Kelly: I'm trying to help *you*. Why didn't you disclose your relationship with the property owner?
Captain: Stephen Flores? That's not a relationship. That's--that's just a guy I used to know.
Kelly: Okay, well, you look pretty cozy in a photo that I saw from a few years back.
Captain: My high school reunion? That's what they're basing this on? Severide, that insurance investigator is wrong about the accelerant. The charring she noted was due to an isoparaffin hydrocarbon from a can of charcoal lighter fluid that likely got crushed under a firefighter's boot in zero visibility. The fire preceded that spill. The real cause was high-voltage short in a faulty EV charger.
Kelly: The evidence you just mentioned, it's not here.
Captain: Sure it is!
Kelly: It's not!
Captain: Well, then it got lost! I don't get it. After all we've been through, after all the trust that I've put in you? You can't reciprocate? You just take their word for it that I'm covering up for an old friend? Let me tell you something, Severide. Stephen Flores isn't one-tenth the friend that I thought you were.
Kelly: Van Meter, why did you handle the investigation yourself?
Captain: I expected a lot more from you.

Joe: Hey, do you know how much preschools cost? Or, at least, the one that Chloe likes?
Sylvie: Uh, no.
Joe: I mean, how can somebody call themselves "The Happy Village" when they're just taking your money?

Matthew: I gave you an order on that call, did I not?
Blake: What do you mean? About the shut-off? Yes, you told me to take care of it, but I spotted the victim and the shut-off wasn't gonna help her. She was already covered in gas.
Matthew: The order I'm referring to is when I said no one moves in until I say so.
Blake: She'd be dead if I didn't move in right then and there.
Matthew: You're lucky you're not dead too. Diving in head-first wasn't your only option. You forget how to use a radio? Report your situation, call for backup!
Blake: Okay, with all due respect, Captain, you knew I was quick to act when you hired me. That's why you hired me, and I think I deserve the benefit of the doubt here. I mean, I was operating with information you wouldn't have.
Matthew: Go home.
Blake: Wait, what?
Matthew: Pack up and go home.
Blake: Captain...
Matthew: I can't be your babysitter, Gallo. Come back when you got your head on straight.

Trudy: Hey, how was shift?
Randall: I turned the truck keys back over to Kidd.
Trudy: Oh, oh.
Randall: Mmm.
Trudy: You liked driving?
Randall: I didn't mind it.
Trudy: What say you drive me to dinner?
Randall: I say buckle up.
[Trudy chuckles]

Darren: Yo, you guys missed the Mouch save of the century.
Blake: He was like... Chief, don't come in, it's too hot. But then, he bursts out of the building, the little girl in his arms.

Joe: I always wanted a kid, but when Chloe told me, I just felt panic. So much has changed. The pandemic, politics, the whole country's fighting with each other.
Christopher: Hey, enough, all right? Joe, you listen to me, and you listen to me good. This country is not just what's out there on the news. It starts at home in a family. The country that your child is gonna see, the one that's gonna make them who they are, that is the country of Joe and Chloe Cruz.

Christopher: What are you drinking, Mayor?
Rahm: I'm gonna have a... I'll have a shot of whiskey.
Christopher: You got it. So, hey, I don't know your secret but you look the same going out as you did coming in.
Rahm: Hey, Herrmann.
Christopher: Yeah.
Rahm: I've got a phrase up on the fifth floor of City Hall: "Never does a man stand so tall as when he's on all fours kissing somebody else's butt". So here's to standing tall.

Wallace: Most important thing that I want you to remember as we move into this uncertain future... we will always be a family. No matter where any of us go.

Kelly: Not to step on your captain-ness, but do you think next time you could *not* throw yourself in danger before we have a chance to access the situation?
Matthew: [pause] I just reacted.

Kelly: We got people trapped here, Chief.
Wallace: Gas company is ten minutes out, but we can't wait that long for them to shut off the mains.
Matthew: We could cut in through the back, but it'll take some time.
Kelly: Hey, Chief. Or we can put the sign over the trench like a drawbridge. It's thick enough-- it should hold up until we get people across.
Wallace: Okay, do it.
Kelly: All right. Hey, Squad, let's go!
Wallace: Herrmann, stop these flames from spreading.
Randall: Let's charge a 2 1/2 fog line. We can cover the victims till that gas is shut off.
Wallace: Okay, let's go, let's go, let's go!
Kelly: Got it. Straight in.
Wallace: Stay calm. We're coming to get you. You'll be okay. Severide, gas company says there's a cutoff nearby. Find it, shut it down.
Kelly: Yeah, Cruz! Hey, a saw and shut-off kit, now.

Matthew: Okay, you recording?
Naomi: Yeah. So talk me through this. What are we doing?
Matthew: We are trying to recreate the conditions inside the kitchen of a Grandbrook trailer. See if we can get this refrigerator to fail.
Naomi: What's your theory?
Matthew: A gas absorption fridge runs on hydrogen and ammonia, but this third-rate appliance has no heat shielding around the tank. And then the geniuses at Grandbrook install it right next to a stove. If the tank heats up enough, it gets overpressured, which triggers the blowoff valve, releasing a volatile mixture of fuel and oxidizer right next to the hot stove. Kablooey.
Naomi: [laughs] I never would have figured that out on my own. I don't know how to thank you for all you're doing.
[the back of the refrigerator catches fire]
Naomi: You were right.
Matthew: Now you have your proof.

Kelly: I've been rethinking things.
Matthew: How do you mean?
Kelly: This marriage idea, maybe it's not the best move.
Matthew: That's just the nerves talking.

Sylvie: Hey, there you are. What are you doing hiding out in here?
Emily: I was just trying to rest.
Sylvie: Well, you are missing out. Cruz set up the kiddie pool filled with cold water, they're timing each other, and no one's lasted five seconds. It's worth checking out.
Emily: Yeah, I can imagine. Um... I think I'm just gonna read.
Sylvie: Are you okay? You should consider coming to the plunge... even if you don't go in. I know you like your space, I totally respect that. I do, but... being a part of 51, it goes beyond what we do on the calls. We show up for each other, on and off shift. That might sound like something people just say, but not here. Not in Boden's firehouse.
Emergency dispatch: Main to Ambo 61.
Sylvie: PIC Brett.
Emergency dispatch: Got a call from Lakeshore, non-emergency, asking you to check in.
Sylvie: Copy that.

Christopher: Yo, Ritter, I've been thinking.
Capp: Here we go.
Christopher: Yeah. Hey, Ritter. You know: as we were watching that beautiful baby take her first breath this morning, it dawned on me that it is part of my job to teach you, like that baby, the ways of the world. And by that, I mean how to properly bust somebody's balls.

Wallace: Okay, so before we begin this morning's briefing and before we officially welcome Otis back to his spot on Truck 81...
[applause]
Wallace: I understand that Captain Casey would like to say a few words.
Matthew: Yes, I would. I would, actually. A lot of thought and consideration go into honoring those in our firehouse who struggle to overcome impossible odds. To earn a place of respect on any wall here at 51, well... that is only reserved for the strongest among us... which is why we would like to recognize Otis' cane. She bent, but she never broke. She fell, but she never stayed down. She had to endure palm sweat that no object on this planet should be subjected to. To Otis' cane.
[applause]

Kelly: Yeah, can you put me through to his voicemail, please? Thank you. Commissioner, this is Kelly. Listen, you wanna buy praise from 51, maybe try and not be so obvious about it. You want rank and file to support you? You can try getting them the equipment they need before your ass is on the line. No need to call me back. I'll see you next shift.
[hangs up]
Wallace: Commissioner?
Kelly: Yeah, his voicemail.
Wallace: Hmm. Kelly, I ordered the equipment. Yeah. Meant to tell you, but looks like I didn't get down here fast enough. Look, whatever your personal feelings toward Commissioner Grissom, you're gonna have to put the CFD and 51 first. When that task force shows up, this firehouse is gonna be gleaming. They may find fault in him, but they're not gonna find it here.

Joe: Hey, it's okay. Elevators are designed not to fall. They've got redundant safety mechanisms.
Holly: But we did fall.
Joe: Only a few feet until the brakes kicked in.

Christopher: Hey, Otis, listen. We got to keep this Yelping twit from taking food out of my kids' mouths. How do we get his review taken down?
Brian: I don't think we can. He hasn't violated any guidelines, but I'm gonna post a response to this troll that's gonna reduce him to tears.
Christopher: What's that gonna accomplish?
Brian: It'll reduce him to tears.

Emily: When I get back from Med, I'll tell you some stories: I used to date a magician back in college. Learned some tricks.
Brian: Really? Was he a professional?
Emily: Oh, yeah. He was a real staple down at the club around town. Buy me a drink and I'll tell you how he made our relationship... disappear.

Kelly: All I know is Javi's staying with them for a couple nights.
Stella: That is a lot to take on with the baby!
Christopher: What, only two kids in the house? Sounds like serenity to me.

Wallace: Okay, let's get this place cleaned up, get these rigs back into service.
Matthew: Hope the rest of the shift is nothing but cats stuck in trees.
Kelly: Amen.

Joe: [carrying Patrick, who attempted suicide by locking himself in his garage and filling his car with carbon monoxide] I got him! He's not breathing!
Gabriela: Get him on the stretcher!
Sylvie: I'm not getting a pulse. We need to intubate.
Gabriela: Okay, I got the monitor.
Sylvie: All right, I'm in.
Gabriela: All right, shock and clear. Come on, Patrick. Increasing to 300. Clear. I got a pulse. Patrick. Patrick, can you hear me? No, no, no, no! Ah, can't do that. Can't do that, honey.
Joe: Patrick. Patrick. Hey. Your dad needs you. And you can't bail on him now. Oh, hey. Oh, hey, hey. You screwed up. You can't change that. But he knows that you never meant for any of this to happen. Now you can keep this from getting worse. Give your dad a chance to forgive. You owe him that much at least.
Gabriela: Heart rate's 110. Let's get him to Med.
[phone rings]
Joe: Hey, Chief? Uh, Otis is getting out of surgery any minute. I was wondering if it'd be okay if I could get off so I could be there.
Wallace: You're not going alone.
Kelly: Copy that. Let's go.
Joe: Thanks, Chief.

Christopher: Joe, you have seen enough of this world to know that sucker punches can come from every which way, but there is more good than bad out there. I promise you that.

Wallace: So, little mix-up at headquarters which has got me scrambling. Bottom line is, three of you need to report to Firehouse 33 for TRA training.
Darren: Huh, no problem, Chief. When?
Wallace: Now. Well, you got 30 minutes.
Blake: Oh.
Wallace: Look, I'm sorry. They should've given me notification, but somebody spelled my name with a W between the O and the D on the damn email, and I have been scrambling for floaters ever since I arrived this morning. Sorry.
Gianna: No problem, Chief. We'll head out.
Wallace: Thank you.
Gianna: Welcome.

Christopher: I heard Brett and Mackey were ready to tackle those two scammers right into the ground.
Joe: I believe it. I'm just glad Mackey's finally in the clear with Chief Colson. Oh, hey!
[looks around to see if anyone else is within earshot]
Joe: [whispers] So, Chloe got a checkup.
Christopher: Yeah?
Joe: The doc says everything looks great. So hopefully, sometime next week...
[Mouch and Ritter appear around the corner]
Randy: I know what you're talking about. I don't care who sees it anymore.
[unbuckles his belt and shows his bare behind. Cruz and Ritter look away]
Christopher: Aw, you got Trudy's name tatooed on there.
Randy: [pulls his pants back up] I lost a bet. Okay? You do not back out on a bet with Trudy Platt. I was trying to keep it in the marital vault, but I guess someone here has prying eyes.
Christopher: No one ever saw that, Mouch.
Joe: Yeah, that's a secret I did not want to know.
Blake: [walks around the corner]
[about Mackey]
Blake: She showed up at my place. I didn't ask her to come over. It just happened, okay?
[walks away]
Joe: I'm gonna kill those two.

Violet: Whenever Gallo almost dies, for like two days, I stop feeling like I want to kill him.

Joe: Rough couple of days, huh? Well... I'm here, just so you know.
Sylvie: I do know that. Your friendship means the world to me, Joe. Thank you.
Joe: I feel the same way.

[Dawson and Brett sneak into Casey's office]
Gabriela: Captain.
Sylvie: Captain.
Gabriela: [Lowers the blinds]
Matthew: Uh. What's this about?
Gabriela: I told Brett that I come in here and I lower the blinds whenever I'm trying to avoid someone.
Sylvie: Yeah, I'm always like, "Where's Dawson?" And everyone's like, "I don't know." Now I know.
Gabriela: So you just go about your usual, and we're gonna hang out in here for the rest of the shift.
Matthew: Seems like you haven't put too much thought into it.
Gabriela: You're right, we haven't.

Matthew: How much does this casket weigh?
Kelly: Depends on who's inside it.

Wallace: Okay, everybody. Listen up. Just got off the phone with HQ. There has been a major security breach of the city's computer networks. The hackers have taken down a number of municipal servers, and they are refusing to put it back online unless their ransom demands are met. The city has no intention of playing ball with cybercriminals. The office of communication is working to restore the network, but the breach has infiltrated the server that operates the computer-aided dispatch system.
Christopher: Wait, does this mean that...
Wallace: The entire 911 call center... is down.

Wallace: 51, get me a water supply from the standpipe. Truck 81, Squad 3, I need search teams. Engine 37, get the hoses into the north stairwell. Ambulance 61, set up triage. Get ready, people. We're going to war.

Blake: This is our second time cleaning out the rigs. If we didn't find it the first time...
Randall: Uh-oh! Look what I found. My slide whistle!
[laughs]
Randall: Thought this was gone forever.
[plays a descending and ascending trill on the whistle]
Randall: Whoa, oh, no.
[coughs]
Randall: Oh, gentlemen, I may have just poisoned myself. Make sure I get a monument...
Christopher: Hey, Mason! Listen. That stunt that you pulled with the chainsaw, cutting down the entire wall like that? How'd you like to demonstrate it to a class at the CFD academy?
Mason: You want me to... want me to teach the new recruits?
Christopher: Yeah, guest lecture. We're calling it the Wildland Firefighters Technique in Urban Areas. I cleared it with the chief of training. Doesn't pay a dime, but you will gain some valuable connections with the white shirts there.
Mason: Hell yeah. Count me in.
Christopher: Great, I'll let him know!

Brian: Hey.
John: Hey. My, uh, my car broke down outside. Saw your firehouse. I'm a firefighter too, driving from Detroit to Green Bay.
Brian: No kidding. Welcome to 51.
John: Thanks.
Brian: Yeah.
John: I was hoping I could, uh, duck inside for a bit, ride out the storm. I think it's just a fuse, but with this rain...
Brian: Nah, always happy to help a fellow smoke-eater.
John: Thank you.
Matthew: Hey. We're gonna do a quick canvass of the neighborhood and make sure this kid's parents aren't in a bad way somewhere nearby.
Brian: He say anything?
Matthew: Hasn't spoken at all.
Brian: We got a lost kid situation.
John: How can I help?
Brian: Firefighter from Detroit coming in to escape the storm.
Matthew: Matt Casey.
John: John Garrett.
Matthew: Nice to meet you, John. We've got all the help we need at the moment. Hey, Kidd, grab your rain gear along with Clarence, Jessie, and Mike, and come with me on a canvass.
Brian: Uh, okay, coffee pot's in the common room. Give us about a half an hour and, uh, I'll grab you a toolbox. We can fix your car.
John: Cup of coffee in a dry firehouse till the weather breaks sounds good to me.
Brian: You got it, man. Down the hall to the right, all right? See you in a little bit.

Matthew: [at Capp's house] What if he doesn't answer the door?
Kelly: I got a spare Halligan in my trunk.

Sylvie: Okay, so. How terrible was the playlist? You can be honest.
Matthew: It was great. It was definitely a distraction. It was horrible.

Wallace: So what do you need, a ride home? Talk to a counselor?
Gianna: Not for me.
Sylvie: Yeah, I just want to get cleaned up and get back into service.
Wallace: Not gonna happen. I can't get a replacement ambo until tomorrow, so... enjoy the break. You earned it.

Christopher: [to a gay basher at Molly's] Get out of here before you get your ass kicked by gays, firefighters and gay firefighters.

Kelly: You know. A long time ago, you had a fool of a young rookie on Squad. He wasn't here a week before he attached 10 feet of webbing to himself and went head-first out a 64-story window to rescue a window washer. Do you remember?
Wallace: All too well. You should've called for backup.
Kelly: You're right. And you could've booted me for that, but you didn't: you made me a better firefighter. You can do the same for him.
[regarding Gallo]

Kelly: [In regard of his bachelor party] I want to end up on a rooftop with Mike Tyson's tiger.

Sylvie: You look very nice. Special event later?
Greg: No, this is just me and my limited wardrobe trying to impress a certain paramedic.
Sylvie: That's so nice, but lately, my track record with men has been pretty abysmal.
Greg: Oh, that can't be true.
Sylvie: Oh, it's true. I've decided I'm cursed on that front, which probably makes me sound crazy.
Greg: No, I don't think you're crazy. I just... think you haven't found the right guy yet.
Sylvie: Maybe. But for now, I need to play it safe and stay aggressively single.

Joe: Herrmann? He's the grumpiest optimist you'll ever meet.

Kelly: You know Trudy thinks you hung the moon, right? You don't need to prove anything to her. She loves you.
Randall: I know that, but... being married to Trudy is like chasing a moving train. You want to hitch a ride? You got to run like hell to keep up. There's no getting complacent with a woman like that.
Kelly: I think I know what you mean. Come on. Let's solve this.
Randall: Uh... They're all suspicious.

Joe: Do you wanna know what solves all problems? Getting married. It's like all of those little things that you thought were such a big deal while you were dating, they just evaporate. Like ocean mist.
Randall: Says the guy who has been married for a week.

Sylvie: Want to hear something weird?
Matthew: Always.
Sylvie: I've kind of been missing Veronicat. She was terrifying, but she was also very entertaining.
Matthew: I think you need to find a less dangerous form of entertainment... cockfighting maybe.

Joe: Hey, you guys. Nick Porter posted a video of my Slamigan demo online. It's already got close to 400 views.
Randall: Fun fact: Baby Shark has over 3 1/2 billion. Trudy's a subscriber.
Joe: Anyway, my point is that ever since he posted that video, the orders are rolling in. I've got 14 already today.
Randall: Makes sense. Seeing is believing.
Christopher: That's it.
Randall: What's it?
Christopher: Seeing is believing. Now I know what I gotta do on Wednesday when that Arnow CEO comes back. Seeing is believing.

Christopher: Hey. How's Capp doing?
Kelly: Don't know, but might have to kill him.
Matthew: He skipped out against doctor's orders.

Matthew: What's up with Cruz these days?
Kelly: Guy looks death in the eye every day, doesn't blink. Now, he's freezing up over cakes and tablecloths.

Adam: Well, I gave him the right to remain silent, but he won't shut his mouth.
Wallace: What's he saying?
Adam: The usual. "I didn't kill the guy. My partner's the one that pulled the trigger." That sort of thing. Sounds like they got into a dispute with the kid's neighbor over some sort of construction project. Uh, we're still working out the details, but one thing we know for sure is the kid witnessed the shooting. They spotted the kid, he hid in your fire truck.
Matthew: And he followed the boy here to shut him up?
Adam: Yeah, he says he wanted to talk to him, make him understand he didn't see what he thought he saw.
Kelly: "Make him understand"?
Adam: Yeah. Anyway, we're gonna pick up his partner. We're gonna get them to flip on each other. My guess is we won't need the kid's testimony.
Wallace: Thank you, Ruzek.
Adam: My pleasure, Chief. Hey, kid. Word on the street is you're one brave son of a bitch, huh?
Sylvie: Language.
Adam: Sorry. You did good, Logan. You did good. I'm gonna take you to your parents now. That sound good? That's okay. You wanna come with me?
Sylvie: Um... Okay, yeah. Okay. We're gonna take you to your mom and dad now, okay? Okay, come on. "Logan." That's a pretty cool name.
Logan: Logan Miller.
Sylvie: It's nice to hear your voice, Logan Miller.

Hailey: [to a suspect] You have the right to remain silent and you have the right to an attorney. If you give up those rights, I would be more than happy to shove your face into a wall.

Sylvie: I'm coming with you to hear the results.
Matthew: Sylvie.
Sylvie: No, I know firefighting is your whole life and you're scared as hell, but so am I, and we can be scared together.
Matthew: You have your own life to deal with, I was being selfish.
Sylvie: Matt Casey, don't argue with me.

Keith: Bachelor party! No, listen. No, for real, though. I swear I've seen you around somewhere. You ever spent any time at Squad 1?
Capp: No.
Keith: Wait a minute. You know what it is? I've seen you on TV.
Tony: Capp? On TV?
Randall: You mean like on the news maybe? At a scene?
Keith: Oh, you know what? You know who I'm thinking of? I'm thinking of Uncle Fester.
[laughter]
Keith: Honest mistake. Oh, listen, where is Lieutenant Severide, anyway? The man, the legend? I'm dying to meet this guy.
Capp: Oh, Severide's on furlough. We've been taking our orders from Cruz.
Joe: Oh, hey. Joe Cruz. I'm just, uh, acting up for a while.
Keith: All right. Good for you. Bamford.
Joe: Welcome aboard, Bamford.
Keith: Thanks.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Truck 81, 1349 North Edna.
Randall: That's me.
Emergency dispatch: Wellness check.
Keith: Enjoy your wellness check, truckie.

Stella: Severide! Can you hear me?
Kelly: I'm *fine*, Stella.
Stella: You are *not* fine, you have a *chimney* on you!

Christopher: I'm thinking about a Chicago Med night at Molly's. You know, just thanking everybody for their last year of service.
Randall: Free drinks?
Christopher: Eh, just a thank you, you know, while they're drinking.
Randall: Generous.
Joe: Hey, Mouch. Chief's looking for you. Doesn't look happy.

Christopher: With CAD down, we're turning back the hands of time.
Darren: Uh, how far back are we turning them?
Christopher: A couple of decades, give or take.
Randall: That was when we had to rely on our instincts, not just gadgets and gizmos.
Blake: Oh, come on. You use them, too. Not to their full potential, but... I don't see you flipping through a road atlas.
Randall: I'm actually impressed you know what that is. My point: I know how to exist without them.
Kylie: Are we gonna need all this stuff?
Christopher: Yeah, some are for us and some are to lend to new houses, you know, that aren't stocked with the same old equipment that we got.
Randall: That's where you three come in. Meet your new best friends: walkies, landlines, and something I'm positive was a little before your time, pen and paper.
Christopher: Everything that comes in and out of here has to be logged by hand.
Blake: Or we could create a digital spreadsheet and share via a cloud-sharing service.
Randall: Gallo, have you received a single notification since the routers went dead?
Blake: [checks his phone] Hmmm, I don't have a... Ritter, can you load anything?
Darren: No service.
Randall: Without Wi-Fi, this place is a dead zone.

Greg: [knocks on Casey's office door] You got a minute? We found the missing coupling. Right where it was supposed to be, where we left it. Either third shift missed it, or they ticked the wrong box on their inventory.
Matthew: Noted.
Greg: [walks away a few feet, but returns] I'm a good officer! I care about this job! I just hope me being here at 51 isn't a problem for you 'cause of whatever you had going on with Sylvie!
Matthew: You're way out of line, Lieutenant!
Greg: And you're unprofessional, Captain!
[they glare at each other]
Emergency dispatch: [alarm blares] Truck 81, Engine 51, car accident, 31st and Pulaski.

Sylvie: So first order of business is coming up with plenty of activities to keep those teens entertained. I was thinking bobbing for apples.
Randall: Ooh.
Sylvie: That's a classic. Pumpkin carving. We have to have a costume contest with prizes, you know, for scariest, most creative... What?
Joe: No offense, but these ideas, they just-- they sound a little...
Randall: Young.
Tony: Lame
Joe: I mean, teenagers these days torch cars on Halloween for fun. I don't think that bobbing for apples is gonna cut it.
Sylvie: Okay, well, I'm open to suggestions.
Tony: How about a haunted house?
Joe: Now we're talking!
Sylvie: Really? That sounds complicated.
Capp: My neighbor built a haunted maze on his driveway with PVC pipe and black plastic sheets. I didn't look so hard.
Joe: We can build it on the apron. That'll draw them in.
Randall: That's not a bad idea. Teenagers flock to those horror movies, the sickos.
Joe: Yeah, all we need is some strobe lights and black lights, some costumes. Boom
Capp: Boom.
Randall: Boom.
Tony: Boom.

Darren: Hey. Uh... I'm not off shift till morning.
Eric: No, I know. I just... needed to get this out now.
Darren: Oh, okay.
Eric: I'm not here to argue. You blew me away last night. Seeing you in action like that, I just felt really proud.
Darren: You did?
Eric: Of course. But, Darren, the way you are with your 51 group, and especially when you were pulling that guy out of his car, that intense, that all-in mode... I love that mode. I remember it from when we were first hanging out. But it hasn't been like that between us in a long time.
Darren: I want to push back, fight you on that, and try and make it work.
Eric: But we've done that. A lot. And it always brought us right back here.
Darren: Uh... It's crazy... how much it can hurt to do the right thing.

Antonio: I asked around about you, Chaffee. You shine at the Academy, spotless record on the force. What the hell happened here?
Officer: It was an accident. I never saw him coming.
Kelly: That was a stop sign!
Officer: Yeah, I screwed up. I know that.
Matthew: And then you lied about it.
Officer: I wasn't planning to, but then...
Matthew: When the only witnessed died, you figured, "Nobody needs to know what really happened."
Antonio: Accidents happen, Chaffee, but you had the chance to make this right. And you blew it. I'll take it from here.
Matthew: Thanks, Antonio. Let me know if you need anything, okay?
Antonio: Appreciate it. Thanks.

Christopher: What are you thinking, Mouch? This is a workplace. You interrupted my nap!

Stella: It's Violet. Sorry to tell you this, Brett. But your temporary partner is a jinx.

Joe: I would imagine that the Four Seasons is very nice, Chloe, but why does your mom want this baby shower to cost more than our wedding?

John: I'm on engine, okay? I'm on engine.
Brian: Great. How often are you on the nozzle? What are you up to?
John: What do you mean?
Brian: If you're a firefighter from Detroit, I'm the Dalai Lama.
John: You've lost your mind, man.
Brian: Okay, well, then tell me, John Garrett: what's a Halligan?
John: You know, this is real nice hospitality.
Brian: You don't know because you're pretending to be a firefighter! Don't you know what type of SCBA you wear? It's the easiest question in the world! What's your game?
John: "Game"? I don't know what your talking about!
Brian: Okay, you know what? Save it! It's time for you to go!
[Garrett knocks Otis unconscious]

Matthew: You're great, Sydney, and a lot of fun.
Sydney: You are too.
Matthew: I really wish I was in the right place for this now.
Sydney: Maybe another time then. Don't lose my number, Captain Casey.
Matthew: I won't. I promise.

Stella: Hey.
Kelly: Damn, did I miss the piece?
Stella: It turns out Casey's 15 minutes are already over.
Kelly: That was fast.
Stella: Ugh. No kidding. Hey, have... have you noticed anything, um, off about Cruz lately?
Kelly: Like what?
Stella: I don't know. He just... hasn't totally seemed like himself, that's all.
Kelly: I'll keep an eye on him.

Matthew: [Mouch and Gallo are holding big art supplies] What's all this?
Randall: Uh, would you mind if we all head out for a quick errand?

Randall: Hey, Kidd, you okay if I pull the right out under the apron?
Stella: Sure. Captain.
Matthew: Yeah
Stella: Just a reminder I got that meeting at headquarters.
Matthew: Sure, go ahead.
Stella: Okay.

Matthew: What happened?
Kelly: I'm keeping a distance so that everyone at the CFD knows that any lieutenant spot Stella gets, she did it on her own. But if I tell her why, that the white shirts are talking smack, it'll make her question herself, and I'm not gonna do that.
Matthew: So you guys aren't talking at all?
Kelly: I'm thinking once she takes the test, we'll patch it up.
Matthew: That's a high risk gamble.
Kelly: I don't have much of a choice.

Wallace: [At the hearing where the board is trying to blame Captain Casey, Chief Boden interrupts the questioning] That's right. I say, I'll send them in. The order was mine. In a fire scene, in all the chaos and unpredictability, a firefighter can only relay back to his incident commander the information he has at the time, but it is up to the chief to make a decision where or when to send the additional resources. Now in front of you, you should all have letters from Emily Foster and Sylvie Brett testifying that they would have entered the factory anyway. But those letters don't matter because it was I, not Captain Casey, not anyone else, but I who ordered them into the fire scene. So if you are looking to blame someone, if you are looking for a human scapegoat, blame me.

Darren: Uh, what's going on with them?
Randall: Oh, uh, every 11 years or so, Squad and Truck have it out with each other. It's the natural order of things, like a pride of lions vying to be king.
Darren: How does it end?
Randall: Well, last time, Casey cooked us corned beef.

Joe: Whoa!
Tony: What's up?
Joe: I just got a Facebook message from Delia Cantor.
Tony: And?
Joe: When they write my life story, she is the chapter titled "The One Who Got Away".
Capp: I don't like biographies.

Kelly: Cruz, what's wrong?

Joe: [a cop thinks Javi couldn't find his way back to his apartment because he doesn't speak English] Well he managed to find it all the way here from Honduras without any *parents*, so I think he can handle a mile of city sidewalks!

Stella: Just say it. I'm being overdramatic.
Matthew: I wouldn't say that.
Stella: No?
Matthew: Not at all. We were told to have our radar up for threats to the power grid.
Stella: Right, but all I found was a bullet.
Matthew: That bullet is called a Raufoss round..50 caliber BMG ammunition with a high-explosive, armor-piercing projectile.
Stella: Raufoss.
Matthew: It's Norweigan for red waterfall.
Stella: Oh, lovely.
Matthew: Yeah. It'll go clean through steal armor and detonate on the other side. Extremely destructive.
Stella: So what's this guy doing with it?
Matthew: Good question. It's not illegal, but it's incredibly expensive and very hard to get ahold of. You remember that incident out here I talked about with the militia group?
Stella: Sure.
Matthew: Those guys were known to possess a cache of those rounds. There has to be a connection.
Stella: So what are we gonna do?
Matthew: I'm coming to you. I'm gonna catch a redeye to Chicago tonight.
Stella: Oh.
Matthew: You need to reach out to Chris McManus. Remember him, your DHS contact in the Midwest?
Stella: Yeah.
Matthew: You need to tell him what you found as soon as possible, because I think we're looking at exactly what those guys have been warning us about.

Roof: Hurry! I can't hold him!
Stella: All right, Mouch, raise the aerial.
Randall: Yep!
Stella: Munsell, drop the jack. Gallo, grab the roof ladder. You're going up with me.
Blake: Copy.
Stella: Hold on tight! We're coming for you!
Roof: Hurry!

Stella: Was that crazy? Working a call in your childhood home?
Kelly: Rooms seemed smaller.
Stella: Mm-hmm. It was a good thing you knew where that kid might go.
Kelly: It was my escape route. Back bedroom, out the window, down the spout. You know April over at Med?
Stella: Mm-hmm.
Kelly: She used to live up the street, and she'd let me crash up at her place when... when I didn't wanna be home.
Stella: This is in Benny's hey-day?
Kelly: Yes. And my mom, well, she was falling apart.
[door opens]
Kelly: Anyway... long time ago.
Wallace: Severide. This is Detective Corvin with Narcotics. He wants to get a closer look at that fridge. Will you take him up there? Make sure the ceiling doesn't come down on his head. I'll cover Squad.
Kelly: Then let's go.
Corwin: Yeah, let's see, address is...
Kelly: 6325 South Campbell Avenue.
Corwin: That's it.

Wallace: [Addressing the firefighters at the monument for Otis] Come on, guys. Gather around. Who's going to remember us? It's a question that all of us who do this job, we ask ourselves at one moment or another. Who will remember our work after we're gone? Brian Zvonecek. He was our brother, he was a friend, he was a hell of a firefighter. He was smart, he was funny, he was kind, he was unselfish, and he was loyal. So If you see someone a fellow firefighter, citizen, friend standing looking at this memorial, I want you to come down this apron and you tell them about Brian. You tell them the story about who Brian was, the kind of man he was. That way, you will bring this memorial to life. Yeah, I looked it up. Those were Brian's last words and they mean, Brother, I will be with you always. I can't think of a better way to remember Brian. So from this day forward this memorial site is sacred ground.

DeWitt's: I was hoping to schedule something for Wednesday morning, so that Mr. Dewitt isn't... you know...
Violet: Drunk.
DeWitt's: I was going to say working.

Sylvie: I backed off too quick the other day when you said you were fine. A head injury can be serious. We both know that. You can't just sit around, waiting and hoping that nothing goes wrong. You need to do something, Matt.

Sylvie: Well, Casey told me I could keep Veronicat in his office. I'm thinking he probably meant for me to keep her in the pet carrier.
Darren: I think she's testing the room for weakness.

Matthew: I know what I said the other night. But you have to know... my feelings for you... they're real, Sylvie... regardless of Gabby.
Sylvie: There is no 'regardless of Gabby'.
Matthew: That's the point. I'm not sure that has to be true.
Sylvie: I am. Matt, what happened between us, it can't happen again. Ever. You... you've been such a great friend to me.
Matthew: I feel the same way.
Sylvie: I just... I need a little space right now, okay? I can't go right back to the way things were and pretend nothing happened.

Kelly: [lecturing a bunch of Fire Academy students] Okay, one quick drill before you go. Over there, we have some thermal imaging cameras. Somewhere in this firehouse, we've hidden a pipe wrench that's been heated up to a couple hundred degrees. First one to find it gets to sit out next time we hump high rise packs up the stairs. All right? Let's go, move it.

Blake: Mouch, that was... I mean... Wow. You okay?
Randall: [coughs] Worst party ever.
Christopher: Hey, it was a beautiful save. But you had to go and steal my thunder, huh? I pulled off this pretty sweet rope rescue, me and this kid, some kind of natural born firefighter. You guys gotta meet him. Uh... huh
[looks around]
Christopher: Where'd he go?

Adler: You got what you wanted. I'm done. Career probably over. Hope you can live with yourself. And that you never, ever make a mistake.

Matthew: [reading an incident report Casey wrote] "The truck officer monetarily lost balance due to excessive aerial sway possibly caused by high winds, but recovered and continued with the rescue operation." High winds?
[Casey shrugs]
Kelly: [Boden looks at him] I was inside the fire at the time. I didn't see any of it.
Christopher: [Boden looks at him] I mean, I don't know what happened, exactly. The ladder bucked like a bronco.
Wallace: If a mistake was made, tell me.
Matthew: Mouch screwed up. He knows it. That's punishment enough. Rather not send this up the chain.
Kelly: I'm with Casey on this. They suspend Mouch, we just get some other floater with half his experience.
Christopher: Yeah.
Wallace: [to Casey] Well, it's your neck on the line. Far as I'm concerned, it's your call to make.
Kelly: Hey, Chief?
Wallace: Yeah?
Kelly: What's that?
Wallace: You never seen a standing desk before?
Kelly: No, not-not in here.
Wallace: Well, you know what they say. Um... sitting is the new smoking.
Christopher: Who's "they"?
Wallace: How the hell am I supposed to know?

Blake: You know, it's been nice hanging out just as friends. I mean, last year was fun, no doubt, but this is good, too. No more sexual tension between us to mess everything up.

Kelly: You and Brett?
Matthew: Not anymore. Looks like that was the extent of it. Gabby, our relationship, it's always gonna be an issue for Sylvie.
Kelly: And for you?
Matthew: I thought so. But to be honest, these last few months, I haven't had any contact with Gabby or even thought much about her. Sylvie's been the only one on my mind.
Kelly: But you're just gonna let it go.
Matthew: That's what she wants. I don't know. Maybe it's for the best.
Kelly: Is it? Sounds to me like you got it pretty bad for Brett.
Matthew: I think that's exactly why I have to pull back. It's the best thing... for her.

Cindy: The thing about a set floor plan and not being able to move a wall is you have to work within the space. Unless I could move a wall. Like between the common room and the briefing room, that would really open up the space.
[loudly]
Cindy: I thought maybe we could do something like this?
Christopher: Sure. Yeah.
Cindy: Christopher.
Christopher: What?
[knocking on door]
Christopher: Hey.
Wallace: Hey, you got a minute?
Christopher: Of course, Chief. Come on. Come on. Hey, you need a beer or something?
Wallace: Yeah, sure.
Christopher: All right.

[last lines]
Kelly: [about his father, Benny, who recently died of a stroke] The last thing I said to him... was that you were a better father to me than he ever was. And then... then he does nothing. I ask him for one thing, despite every alarm bell in my head telling me not to... it's the same ol' Benny. He never...
Wallace: You don't know.
Kelly: I don't know what?
Wallace: Your father stepped in, Kelly. He stepped up with Grissom. I've just spoken with the Commissioner. He met with him personally, talked about the situation in 51. About how it not only affected me, but the whole house, how it affected you. Every bit of goodwill, every piece of political capital, every favor he was ever owed, he put it on the line to appeal to the Commissioner to back off of 51 and it worked. Gorsch is gone. Your father told Grissom that I am the type of leader who molds good men into great ones, and that you Kelly... You're all the proof he needs to know that that's true. Those were the exact words of your father.

Stella: Literally started right back with a bang. I mean, that tunnel call was crazy.
Sylvie: Oh, admit it. You had fun.
Stella: Oh, hell yes, I did. Yeah. Yeah, the truth is, I got in my own head, and I stayed away too long.
Sylvie: Is everything okay with Severide?
Stella: I think so. I hope so. Yeah, we didn't have a ton of time to talk yet. And he had to rush off to the academy after shift.
Sylvie: Good news is, you share a roof.
Stella: True. Yeah. I miss Casey something awful. I can only imagine how you feel.
Sylvie: Yeah, it's no fun, but I see him tomorrow.
Stella: Yeah? Give him a big hug from me. Like this.
Sylvie: Mm!

[last lines]
Stella: Hi.
Kelly: You're really doing this?
Stella: I am. Doesn't change the way I feel about you. Or us. In fact, it's the opposite. I-I don't want things to change. And that's why I think that this...
Kelly: Stella. I don't care where you live. Wherever you are, that's where I want to be.

Randall: [shows Capp eye chart he drew on a napkin] Can you read the top line?
Capp: F-U-C...
Randall: That's *not* what it says!

Christopher: [Mouch is experimenting with the ladder on Truck 81] Hey, Mouch! What's the matter? You throw another Frisbee up on the roof?
Randall: I don't know what happened. Lock's working just fine now, but on the call... Swear I locked it in. I know I did.
Christopher: Okay. What'd Casey say?
Randall: Ah, not a lot. Just stared at me with hate in his eyes.
Christopher: No, he didn't. I mean, maybe he's a little pissed off, is my guess.
Randall: He's got every right to be. He was half an inch away from a career-ending injury... or worse. I know I didn't bump the lever. And even if I did, when it's locked in, it shouldn't move!
Christopher: Hey. If you say it was locked in, I believe you.
Randall: Then why can't I find a mechanical problem? Can you just let me...
Christopher: Okay. Of course. All right?
Randall: I gotta figure this out. What happened today, that can't ever happen again.

Joe: I know it sounds crazy, because $5 million is a lot of money, but I just... I had this itch in my chest where I couldn't scratch it.
Sylvie: I know.
Joe: It just felt like everything was slipping away, you know? I had to get out of there.
Sylvie: Sounds awful, Joe.
[offers Joe some breakfast]
Joe: Oh, no thanks. I have zero appetite.
Sylvie: Wow, now I know it's serious.
Joe: Sylvie, I am so stressed out, I can feel every part of my face. Did I just make a huge mistake? I mean, what are the chances that I'm ever gonna see another opportunity like this one?
Sylvie: Hey, you have to trust your gut, and your gut sent you a very clear message.
Joe: Chloe's gonna be home soon. How am I gonna look at her in the face? She's gonna think she married a dud.
Sylvie: Not a chance. She's gonna respect you even more than she already does.
Joe: You really think?
Sylvie: Thousand percent. You're your own man, Joe. That means something in this world.
Joe: Thank you, Sylvie.

Christopher: [Regarding Chloe's baby shower] You don't got to break the bank for this, Cruz. All right? Yo, you could do the thing at Molly's. We'll give you the patio for free.
Joe: Uh. Thank you, Herrmann. I know that that word doesn't pass your lips very often, but I just... I don't think that Chloe's gonna go for a, uh, baby shower in a pub.
Christopher: It's a classy pub.

Brian: Just wondering if anyone's inspected the inside rear tire since I've been gone. Pretty standard. Something every driver should know how to do in case, I don't know, a rock gets wedged in there or something. Pretty dangerous.
Stella: You know, it's funny. When I stepped into driving duties at a moment's notice and was well prepared and totally ready, I noticed that many of the lug nuts on the left side of 81 were loose. And, while that is certainly careless of the previous driver, I didn't judge: I just went around and tightened everything up.

Stella: Hey, wait a second. What is going on?
Kelly: I'm heading to Med.
Stella: That's not what I mean. You haven't talked to me in days. You're not at the apartment or on shift. You keep bailing on helping me study.
Kelly: You don't need my help.

Antonio: We went by there and talked to them both. She's singing the same old song. "I slipped in the bathtub." "I fell down the stairs." Our hands are tied here.
Matthew: He threatened me. Arrest him for that. I'll press charges. There were a half dozen witnesses.
Kelly: Yeah, I was standing right there.
Kim: Look, if that's what you wanna do, absolutely. Could jam him up for 90 days if he doesn't have a good lawyer. In and out if he does.
Antonio: Maybe we can get him away from her, even for a short time, talk to her alone.
Wallace: There are a number of no-contact women's shelters.
Kim: Look, you have to know-- and trust me when I say I've dealt with this before-- If doesn't wanna go, she's not going. Doesn't matter how many brochures we give her or if we walk her inside the front door. *She* has to decide she wants it.
Matthew: The parking lot, she was behind the wheel. He was looking down at his phone. She swerved and floored it over a cluster of pylons. I don't think it was an accident. Soon as we got the husband out of the vehicle, she looked at me with desperation in her eyes. She's desperate. I felt it. She's looking for a lifeline. I'd like to give her one before he kills her.
Antonio: Okay. We have our marching orders.
Kim: I'll talk to Richardson in Violent Crimes. And this woman I know, Charlene, she's a Victim Information and Referral Advocate. We'll make our pitch to her.
Antonio: Thanks.
Matthew: Okay. Let us know if we can do anything else.
Kim: Yeah.

Capp: What's that all about?
Stella: Well, according to Mouch, Herrmann's a little jelly about our new rig.
Capp: How is it?
Stella: Oh, I am not gonna lie to you: it's pretty great.
Capp: I heard it was a gift from Gorsch.
Stella: Oh! Don't tell me that means we gotta give it back out of principles or something.

Violet: What about the lady who calls 911 every time she needs a prescription refill?
Sylvie: Edna. Her grandson's been looking for a group home for dementia patients that they can afford, but it's been tough going. She actually hasn't called in a while. We should check on her.
Violet: Queen Cleopatra.
Sylvie: First on my list.
Randall: What kind of list are you two making?
Sylvie: All our frequent flyers. I'm trying to estimate how much time we spend with them each week.
Randall: How about Alan? That homeless vet who needs a Narcan shot at least two, three times a week. Poor guy.
Sylvie: Yeah, perfect. See, for people like him, instead of rolling out to keep putting a Band-Aid on the problem, we can link him to special services, like a rehab facility. And for Edna, maybe we can match her with a nearby senior center?
Violet: This could actually really help in so many ways.
Capp: [running through the hallway with a fire extinguisher] Fire. Fire. Fire! Fire!

Stella: Pryma?
Kelly: He's on the way to Med because of you.
Violet: Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Stella: My heart rate must be breaking records.
Sylvie: Yeah, it's a little elevated, but you're gonna be okay.
Stella: And my breathing feels shallow. Is it pneumothorax?
Sylvie: I don't think so. It could be the shock.
Violet: Out of the way! Move! You guys okay back there?
Kelly: Don't worry about us. Just keep driving.
Sylvie: I need you to keep pressure.
Kelly: I'm sorry. Yeah, I know.
Sylvie: You want something for the pain?
Stella: Yes. Hell yeah. Give me everything you got.
Sylvie: All right.
Stella: I can't... Okay.

Kelly: Guys, fill us in.
Construction: Our rigger was about to hook up to a load and something went haywire.
Construction: The motor controller just kicked in for no reason, and it started hauling up the hook block.
Construction: Teddy was holdin' onto it and it took him straight up into the air.
Construction: By the time I hit the kill switch, he was already halfway to the moon.
Stella: And we can't just lower him back down?
Construction: No, I'm not gonna touch a switch until the technicians get out here and figure out what was going wrong. The slightest hiccup, and Teddy's a goner.
Kelly: What's the ETA on the technicians?
Construction: No idea. He's coming all the way from Bensenville.
Kelly: Hey, we can't wait for that.
Stella: Yeah.
Kelly: He's either gonna tire out or a gust of wind's gonna come.
Stella: He's way out of reach of the aerial.
Kelly: If you can get us to that jib arm, we can crawl across the truss and then rope down to him from above.
Stella: That seems kind of dicey.
Kelly: Yeah, but it'll work. The only problem is, I don't have enough manpower. My guys gotta immobilize all that rigging. Can I borrow Gallo?
Stella: Gallo. Hey, the squad's going up. You wanna give 'em a hand?
Blake: Are you kidding? Absolutely.
Kelly: All right, grab your harness. You're roping down to the victim.
Blake: Hot damn.
Stella: He's doin' the rescue?
Kelly: Yeah, I've been working with him for a while, training on the side. He was born for this. Hey, Cruz, come on. Let's go up.
Joe: Copy that.
Stella: All right, Mouch, on the aerial. Mason, deploy the airbag with me.

Randall: [working with Gallo and Ritter to think up of a prank to get back at Rutlegde] Let's hear some pitches. Go.
Blake: What about doughnut glaze?
Randall: That's your pitch?
Blake: Yeah, I don't know. It's an arena. You know, a jumping off point.
Darren: What if...
Randall: I like it. Keep going.
Darren: What if we had trick doughnuts delivered? Instead of Boston cream filling, it's, like, mayonnaise?
Randall: Not bad, but it's time to think big. Kidd. Didn't Kylie used to work at a doughnut shop?
Stella: Uh-huh.
Randall: Uh-huh. And did she leave on good terms? Could she hook us up?
Stella: I can ask her.

Blake: What's up?
Paramedic: You texted me five times in the last 24 hours.
Blake: Yeah. You didn't text me back and I was wondering what was up.
Paramedic: What's up is that we aren't in a serious relationship. Which means sometimes we might go a little while without texting or talking and there's no reason to freak out.
Blake: I'm not freaked out.
Paramedic: The last text asked if I was dead.

Randall: Do you think it's time for me to retire?
Trudy: About once a year you ask me this. And every time, what do I say?
Randall: I don't remember.
Trudy: Mm-hmm. I say: "Randall McHolland, you are in your prime".
Randall: Not sure everyone agrees with you there.
Trudy: We do not care about them.

Kelly: [after Casey is almost crushed to death by an elevator] You alright down there, Casey?
Matthew: Actually... a little cramped!

Kelly: You were there for me when I was at my lowest, you know that?
April: That year made me realize I should do this for a living. 'Cause if I could help Kelly Severide, I could help anybody.

Matthew: Hey, Chief.
Wallace: Hey. I read your shift report. You got a minute to talk about Gallo?
Matthew: You didn't have to come looking for me, Chief. Four-word text would've covered it. "I told you so."
Wallace: Well, there's more to it than that. Listen, I know that I was wary about the young man at first, but I have watched you take him under your wing. Casey, you found potential in him. I believe that under your command, he will live up to that potential.
Matthew: So the fact that he defied an order and went freelancing doesn't bother you?
Wallace: There is something you should know about Gallo, something that Chief Burkett, he shared with me. You know that fire he survived as a kid?
Matthew: Uh-huh.
Wallace: His family didn't make it out. He lost everyone.
Matthew: Damn.
Wallace: Now, I probably should've told you. Didn't feel like my story to tell.
Matthew: His whole family?
Wallace: Mother, father... little sister. Happened to Gallo around the same age as that little boy who lost his grandmother yesterday.
Matthew: You think that's why he lost his head on that call?
Wallace: It's a reasonable assumption.
Matthew: Then he should've explained that. But he just stood there while I tore him a new one and didn't say a word. I need to know that he understands what went wrong. If he doesn't, how can I send Kidd or Mouch into danger with somebody who's hiding his Achilles heel?
Wallace: I support you whatever you decide. But I wanted you to have all the facts.

Chief: The danger for me used to be a burning building or a frozen road. Now, it's some bean counter hiding behind a computer.

Wallace: Emily.
Emily: Chief.
Wallace: I had an interesting phone call today from a Dr. Enright. Apparently the dean of Northwestern Medical School.
Emily: What'd she say?
Wallace: She asked how you were doing. She said she wanted you to re-enroll.
Emily: Huh.
Wallace: I told her I had a pretty good idea of what kind of doctor you would make, as you've already blown us away here as a paramedic. Be a shame to see you go. But she'd be lucky to have you.
Emily: That's really nice of you, Chief.
Wallace: Meant every word.
Emily: The thing is... I've already decided. I'm gonna decline the offer.
Wallace: Why?
Emily: I went to med school for all the wrong reasons. And it was every man for himself. It was cutthroat. And I was... holding the knife with the rest of them. Except... it ate me up inside. Then I came here, and everybody was like, "It's a family at 51." And... I thought, "There's a catch." There's always a catch. Except, well, there wasn't. Not one I could see. And I realized something. I like myself here. It is a family.
Wallace: And you are a part of it. Otis.
Brian: What you need, Cheif?
Wallace: Emily Foster drinks on me tonight.
Randall: Is that just for her or everyone?

Kelly: The medical examiner found no traces of smoke in Brad Whittier's lungs, only water. Looks like the killer drowned him in a tub and then torched the place.
Wallace: You send all this to our friend in Milwaukee?
Kelly: Yeah, and Seager's referring the arson to CPD, so you'll be glad to hear I'm focused on Squad again 100%.
Wallace: This peracetic acid, you know what it's used for?
Kelly: Cleaning supplies. We thought it pointed toward the janitor, but it...
Wallace: It's also used for sterilizing medical equipment. Now, didn't Detective Lamar say that our victim was in Milwaukee on some kind of medical trade show?
Kelly: Yeah, he did. Brad Whittier worked for a company called... Hollette Industries.
Wallace: Hollette. Yes, they sell medical supplies. Now, who's more likely to have peracetic acid on hand, a gangbanger or a medical supplies sales rep?
Kelly: So maybe one of Whittier's coworkers is all wrapped up in this, and that's who he was so afraid of. Look, Chief, I know I just...
Wallace: Go. I'll cover you.
Kelly: Thanks.

Captain: Good afternoon, everybody. Usually about this time, I'm pointing out the width of Mather Tower. Instead, the fates aligned, and here we are on this ship surrounded by the magnificent city of Chicago to celebrate the union of Kelly and Stella. And I understand this one's been a long time coming, so let's get right to it. What do you say?
[cheers and applause]
Captain: Now, I know you wrote your own vows, so take it away, guys.
Stella: Okay, I can do this. Not gonna cry. Kelly, the simple truth is that you are magic to me. Whenever I'm at my lowest, you lift me up. You never leave my side. You are the goodest of men. And yes, we are taking a huge, crazy leap into the unknown, but we're doing it together, and when I need to hear it, you'll tell me, "You've got this, Stella Kidd." And I'll know that everything'll be okay because it always is when I'm with you. I love you with everything I've got, Kelly Severide, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.
Kelly: Stella, I decided a long time ago that if I was gonna be with you, I needed to be worthy of you, which seemed impossible. How do I become worthy of someone brave enough to show who they are inside and out? What makes me this better person that I keep hearing about is, you keep me from locking things up. Instead, you made sure you really knew me. Then, by some miracle, you still love me. Stella, I might never be worthy of you, but I promise to spend the rest of my life trying. And I love you.
Stella: I love you so much.
Captain: Can we have the rings, please?
[Javier and Herrmann's daughter give Kidd and Severide the rings]
Captain: And now, all that's left to say is, by authority given to me by the state of Illinois and the city of Chicago, I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Randy: I know what all that whispering was about.
Joe: You do?
Randy: Yeah. And if you saw it, say it to my face.
Joe: What are you talking about, Mouch?
Randy: Okay.

Chief: What's your read on your new captain? He buckling under pressure? Could always put someone else in his post.
Wallace: Captain Casey is a damn fine officer. Anyone who takes aim at him has to go through me.
Chief: Understood, your house, your call.
Wallace: What exactly are you getting at, by the way, if you don't mind me asking, baiting my two officers against each other?
Chief: I remember my first few years on Squad. Battalion Chief made it house policy-- every six months, somebody was out on their ear. Law of the jungle. Kept us sharp, hungry, responsive to command. I know you got a bond with these guys, but we're running a city service, not a daycare, Wallace. Here's what I can do. I'll call HQ, work a little magic. Have them spin it so there's no blowback to the captain. That'd be a favor. Me to you.
Wallace: And I'll remember that.
Chief: Anything comes up on this, you'll be the first to hear. I'd appreciate the same.
Wallace: Without question.
Chief: Good to see you again, Chief.
Wallace: Yep.
Chief: I'll keep in touch.

Sylvie: How do you know how to do surgery?
Emily: That's another lifetime ago.

Joe: [handing cigars out to everyone] Gentlemen. Ritter.
[Stella enters]
Joe: Hey. Incoming.
Stella: What is the occasion? Wait, is this...?
Joe: Chloe's pregnant.
[everyone cheers]
Stella: Aww!
[hugs Cruz]
Stella: Papa Cruz!
Kelly: Congrats, Joe.
Joe: Thank you, Lieutenant.
[hands Mouch a cigar]
Randall: You did not skimp.
Blake: Herrman! Cruz is having a baby.
Christopher: Aw, is that so? Well, do I get a cigar or what?
Joe: Oh, you, my friend? You get two. Thank you for keeping this secret.
Christopher: It wasn't easy. You know how much I like to run my mouth.
Gianna: Hey. We should... sneak out sometime. Give these a try.
Blake: I'd sneak off with you anytime.
Gianna: Oh, I know.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Station 51, structure fire. West Armitage and North Leavitt.

Mark: Oh, there he is, the rock star. Ah, Mark Newcomb. Nice to meet you down here at a more reasonable altitude.
Joe: Oh.
Mark: You like whiskey? Best bourbon you'll ever taste.
Joe: Oh, that's not necessary.
Mark: Are you kidding me? I was in a white-knuckle panic up there, Joe. Then you came along, and what you did, it was incredible.
Joe: All in a days work.
Mark: And I Googled you, man. I came across this video of you demonstrating your invention, the Slamigan?
Joe: Oh, yeah?
[takes the Slamigan out of the Squad truck]
Mark: What a beast. I read on your website you're branching out into other products?
Joe: Yeah, yeah, Lady Bunker Gear, coming soon. Well, not as soon as I'd like. I'm still saving up for the prototype.
Mark: Well, Joe... your worries are over. Venture Capital is what I do. I look for upstart companies in all sectors-- biotech, fashion, whatever, and I, uh... well, I try to identify the ones that I think are being held back by a lack of capital.
Joe: Okay, cool. I'm not much of a finance guy.
Mark: Well, here's all you need to know. I want to give you an infusion of cash-- whatever you need to take Slamigan to the next level.
Joe: You want to invest in my company?
Mark: No, I don't invest in companies. I invest in people. And, Joe Cruz... I'm gonna change your life.

Stella: Uh, you tell me. How do I look?
Kelly: Breathtaking.
Stella: Is that a lung joke? A lack-of-oxygen joke.
Kelly: Maybe.

Christopher: Listen, hey, if you're gonna be... if you're gonna be filling in for Chief, you can't be playing favorites!
Matthew: I'm just making the announcements. All right.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Squad 3, person trapped, Douglass Park, 2813 West Roosevelt Road.

Evan: Mikami, Brett. Did I hear we're bringing in Hazmat?
Violet: Oh, yeah, potassium fires are very hard to put out.
Evan: That so?
Violet: They generate their own oxygen so ABC extinguishers are useless. And, if you hit it with water, the hydrogen reacts with the potassium and...
[Imitates explosion]
Evan: Somebody's parents bought her a chemistry set.
Violet: I bought it myself.

Christopher: Where's the interview?
Sylvie: Maybe they're gonna air it tomorrow?
Matthew: Or maybe I'm not as exciting as a dog-eating alligator?
Sylvie: Well, to be fair, who is?

[last lines]
Calvin: Hey, what are you doing? What is that? What you got there? The hell's your phone doing out here?
Joe: What happened, Suggs?
Calvin: What happened with what?
Joe: That key's been gone all night.
Calvin: What are you talking about?
Joe: I saw you, Suggs. I watched you pass that lockbox key to someone. But it should be back by now, right? Third shift might need that key.
Calvin: You didn't see a damn thing.
Joe: You know, I totally discounted you because you weren't even on shift during the last robbery. But you just worked first shift instead, right? Passed that key off the night before the robbery?
Calvin: Cruz, I don't know what you think you saw...
Joe: I know what I saw. I wish I hadn't.
Calvin: Did you record me? Cruz, you can't do this to me. I'm not a bad guy.
Joe: Sorry.
Calvin: [picks up a halligan bar] Look, I don't want to do this, Cruz, but I need that phone. Give me the phone now, Cruz!
[to be continued]

Christopher: Let's go! Hey! Step on it, Doherty.
Darren: Yo, why are you in such a good mood, Lieutenant?
Christopher: Ah, well, I'll tell you. You know, we had Chinese food last night, and you know what my fortune cookie said?
Darren: No.
Christopher: "Tomorrow is your lucky day." And look at this! We catch a fire before breakfast.
[Ritter laughs]

Randall: What's going on, Kidd?
Stella: This is an emergency meeting of Truck 81. So sit down. Listen up.
Blake: This about Lieutenant Pelham?
Stella: Yep. One of our own is being railroaded. And the brass won't even hear the evidence. They are letting bureaucracy and status quo get in the way of what's right.
Blake: So messed up.
Stella: It is. Which is why we're gonna make them listen. All right? We're gonna take a stand. Right after shift, we are going down to headquarters as a show of force.
Blake: Bold gesture. I love it.
Stella: No, I am not talking about a gesture. I'm talking about real action to help Pelham. It's the same that we'd do for him if the roof came down, and his PASS alarm went off. It's the same that-that he would do for any of us. I'm talking about putting it all on the line. So think hard before you tell me are you in or you out.
Blake: I'm in.
Randall: Me too. Absolutely.
Stella: All right.

Randall: [about Brett and Casey] Okay, that was weird, right?
Christopher: Yeah.
[Ritter walks by with a stack full of papers and puts them down]
Randall: What's all that?
Darren: Oh, helping out the chief. I figured out how to process req forms and permits, that kind of thing.
Randall: In all my years on the job, I have never pitched in on clerical work.
Christopher: Ritter, um... let me give you some advice from Uncle Louie, okay? Never learn how to do something that you don't want to do. Right, I got Kidd to handle all those trendy cocktails over at Molly's by not learning how to make them myself.
Darren: It's not that big a deal. And Boden needs the help.
Randall: Just thinking about that attitude makes me tired.

Wallace: Okay. Before we begin today, I have an update from the hospital. Otis is headed to surgery as we speak. Now, I'll report the news the moment I have it, but in the meantime, let's just keep him in our prayers. I have also been informed Samantha Haberman, the woman who took a bullet from the fire last shift, she has succumbed to her wounds.
Joe: So what does that mean? Is her son finally gonna get arrested for man...
Wallace: That's on the CPD and the state's attorney to decide, not us. Look, okay, we had a terrible moment last shift. We nearly lost one of our own. So for the next few hours, I want each of us to put aside our anger so we can show this city who we are. Okay, then. Dismissed.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Engine 51, Ambo 61, Squad 3, house fire. 5082 North Bell Avenue.
Joe: That's the house where Otis was shot.
Kelly: Let's move!

[first lines]
Kelly: Benny was obsessed with this one arsonist from back in the day. He called him his white whale. The guy was responsible for at least eight fires between 2002 and 2004. Killed two people, injured another six. They never got an ID on the suspect. The only description came from one of the burn victims, who got a passing look at a 30-ish male, about six feet, two bills. Then all of a sudden, the fires stopped, trail went cold, until now.
Matthew: What makes you think he's responsible for the salon fire?
Wallace: Identical timing device, same kind of kitchen timer jury-rigged in the exact same way.
Kelly: And he always disables the electric meter during a break-in.
Matthew: How do you explain the 15-year gap?
Kelly: I can't, but the notes in Benny's book tell me that this is the same guy.
Wallace: Could be a copycat.
Kelly: Except that a lot of the details weren't publicized.
Matthew: Why didn't you give OFI the notebook along with the case file?
Matthew: I wanted to make a copy of it first, thumb through it, see if I can figure this guy out. I'll take a copy to Hubble today.
Wallace: Messenger it and stay out of Hubble's hair. It's about time OFI handled this. You got a job here to do. Come on.
Matthew: What do you think?
Wallace: I'll be curious to hear what Hubble makes of it all.

Randall: Gotta be a hit to the whole neighborhood drug market, right?
Brian: I'm sure it'll be back to business as usual by Monday.
Christopher: Hey, it shows how knuckleheaded these criminals are: they put all their eggs in one basket, they lose everything. Should have diversified.
Brian: That's their problem! They need you managing their portfolio, Herrmann!

Stella: Everything okay? Your brother reach out again?
Sam: Everything's fine.
Stella: All right. Come on out to the app floor. Ride-along guy's here. We're gonna make him feel like the man of the moment...
Sam: I don't wanna do this happy 51 family act, okay? This isn't my family. This is a workplace. And it's getting pretty damn suffocating, to be honest.

Randall: One more shift, so don't do anything stupid this weekend. Accidents can happen with anything.
Capp: It's true-- cars, bikes.
Randall: Boats, trees, lawnmowers. You know, maybe it's better if you just don't leave your house for a few days.
Tony: You guys are really annoying.
[an SCBA rolls near Tony's feet]
Capp: Oh! Hey, hey, hey!
Randall: See? Danger is all around, and if you don't make it through next shift, that record will remain in Rutledge's hands.
Capp: Rutledge, the guy you had the little prank thing with?
Randall: It was not some little prank thing. It was one of many battles in a career-long war.

Violet: Okay, I'm trying not to freak out, but did whatever this is just go viral?
Sylvie: It'd be way more widespread.
Violet: I'm just saying, the same exact symptoms as her husband? It can't be a coincidence.
Sylvie: No, I agree, but why now, days later?
Violet: What if it's something new, something we don't have in our playbook? The next Ebola or COVID?
Sylvie: I don't know. I just keep thinking of what Marilyn said. They both had headaches, which we've been assuming is the first symptom, but what if it's the cause?
Violet: What do you mean?
Sylvie: If I remember right, they don't live too far from here.
Violet: Okay.

Randall: You know how when you go waterskiing on a summer morning and the boat just glides across the perfectly still lake, barely making a ripple? That's what the suspension is like on the new 81.
Christopher: You've never been waterskiing a day in your life.

Capp: [is sitting in a sofa]
Kelly: What's this?
Capp: A little present for myself. It's my squadaversary.
Joe: He made rescue squad on this date nine years ago.
Capp: Exactly.
Kelly: Didn't you have to go back for retraining seven years ago?
Capp: Once in squad, always in the squad.

Stella: I will be training this sweet animal from now on. And, if see negative reinforcement again, you will be riding to calls on the outsides of your rigs.
Joe: That sounds like negative reinforcement.

Matthew: [about Tim Larson] Man, I feel bad for him.
Sylvie: It's not much of a Chicago welcome. Oh...
[sees a nurse walk into Larson's room and talk to him. Larson starts sobbing, indicating his wife passed away]

Randall: Where'd you visit?
Christopher: Oh, I can't remember how many. I must've toured, you know, half a dozen campuses in two days: state schools, private schools, liberal arts whatsits... Anyway, Lee Henry has a few notions about where he wants to go, but I ain't buying. I found out that his first pick is ranked as a grade A party school.
Brian: Yeah. Well... college is supposed to be fun.
Christopher: I know my kid's idea of fun and there is no way that I am taking out a second mortgage so that he could major in beer pong.
Stella: Wait, wait, wait. That was an option? Well, I went to the wrong school.

Randall: [drilling the "0" out of Engine 40's sign] Almost got it.
[Grainger walks out and sees Mouch]
Greg: A little to the left.
[Mouch nods]
Greg: [walks to Casey standing by Truck 81] Captain.
Matthew: Lieutenant. Mouch assured me any property damage would be negligible.
Greg: Cool, and if my men ask, I tried to stop this.
Matthew: Noted.
Greg: Hey, quick question. That blonde paramedic in your house-- I think her last name is Brett?
Matthew: What about her?
Greg: How does she feel about firefighters? I know some women don't like dating inside the CFD. I'll cut to the chase-- is she seeing anyone?
Matthew: No. No, she's not.
Randall: That should do it.
[Gallo laughs]
Rutledge: [walks out of the firehouse] The hell you doing, McHolland?
Randall: Oh, I just thought since you'd rather eat doughnuts than help out your fellow firefighters, you should have the right signage.
[takes a picture of his vandalism and Rutledge]
Rutledge: What? That the best you got?
[Mouch shows Kidd and Gallo his picture]
Stella: Oh, nice filter.
Blake: Now just click share.
Randall: And... Boom! Okay, guys, we're done.
Rutledge: Oh, you're not done, McHolland. You're finished.
Randall: [laughs as he walks away, not taking Rutledge's warning seriously] Uh-huh.

Randall: Has Engine 17 returned from the car fire in West Town?
Darren: Um...
[looks through a bunch of papers]
Darren: About 16 minutes ago.
Randall: Where's their dime?
Christopher: Dime down.

Capp: Never thought I'd see it happen: ladies legend Kelly Severide hanging up his spurs
[chuckles]
Kelly: When are you gonna find a woman, Capp?
Capp: What's that supposed to mean?
Kelly: It means maybe you shouldn't talk about things you know nothing about.

Blake: Hey, Cruz, you got a sec?
Joe: Not really.
Blake: I just wanted to ask you a quick question. Um, I know that you came up on, you know, Truck 81. I mean, obviously, but, uh, what was it like transitioning to Squad? I know it's more training, higher expectations, all that. So I guess I'm asking, how did you know you were up for the challenge?
Joe: Are you trying to be funny?
Blake: Uh, no, Severide said I should think about going for Squad, so I wanted to, you know, pick your brain.
Joe: That's great, but do me a favor, Gallo. Wait till my body's cold.

Sylvie: Just seems like the whole dating game is one big puzzle I never seem to have the pieces for.

Matthew: I'm really sorry about the way things went down the other night.
Sylvie: No, don't be. Like I said, this is on me.
Matthew: It was on both of us. And I want you to know, I don't regret it.
Sylvie: Okay.
Matthew: It sounds like you do?

Sylvie: I'm just wondering... Is it wrong to lie by omission? Even if you're not sure you know what you think you know, and maybe someone could get hurt if you say what you think you know, but you're not really sure if you actually know it.

Stella: Normal people don't use the post office anymore.
Randall: I know it's... it's hard to imagine with your email and Facebook and Myspace. But there's something about the written word that can't be replicated in electrons.
Stella: You're right. I can't imagine it.

Gianna: Hey, um, am I crazy, or did I pick up on a little something-something between you and Casey?
Sylvie: Casey? No, not... no.
Gianna: I just broke up with my boyfriend of two years, which is a good thing, so.
Sylvie: Casey's definitely not my boyfriend.
Gianna: I'm just saying I'm happy to talk boys anytime you want. Speaking of which, what is up with Gallo? Is he seeing anybody, or...
Sylvie: You know, we're not super close. So I haven't asked. But I haven't heard of anyone recently.
Gianna: Good to know.

Stella: Thank you for letting me crash.
Sylvie: You can stay with me anytime.

Matthew: I'd had low-grade anxiety for years that my head was gonna just short-circuit without any warning. Now the doctor says whatever trauma I had five years ago is all cleared up. Feel like I won the lottery.
Sylvie: You did.

[last lines]
Christopher: Mouch has a lot of good things to say about you. Any of it true?
Ritter: I think Mouch is a really good guy, but I told him already, I turned in my resignation.
Christopher: Listen. I trust Mouch's opinion as much as I trust my own. So if he says that you got what it takes, then I believe it.
Ritter: You said that?
Randall: Well, sure. Hey, Ritter. This isn't charity. I'm looking out for my friend here. He needs someone he can count on.
Christopher: Come on, kid. What do you say?
Ritter: Yeah.
Randall: All right!
Christopher: Hey, let's get a beer over here for my buddy Ritter. Hey, on the house.
Randall: That's the last time you'll ever hear those words.
Christopher: Yeah.
Ritter: I don't get it. Why are you doing all this for me after I froze up in that stairwell?
Randall: Because you got back up. And getting back up, that's the hard part. Take it from someone who's been there.
Ritter: Um... I'm gonna do you proud, Mouch.
Randall: You damn well better. Welcome to 51, Ritter.

Wallace: Good morning.
Randall: Morning, Chief.
Christopher: Hey, Chief.
Wallace: I have to call an audible today. Due to medical concerns, Captain Casey is gonna have to take the next two shifts out. I'll be accompanying Truck 81, calling the shots. Mouch, take the first seat.
Randall: Sure thing, Chief.
Wallace: Okay, couple of other announcements...
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Engine 51, Truck 81, Ambulance 61, structure fire, 26th and Austin.

Wallace: Cruz just told me about the dressing down that you got from Chief Mercer. Why didn't you come to me right away?
Kelly: Because it's not your problem.
Wallace: Another battalion chief comes into my firehouse to jam up one of my officers just for doing their job. That is absolutely my problem. And I will take care of it. I promise you that.
Kelly: I don't want you to lose an old friend over this.
Wallace: Old friend, hell. He crossed the line. He's gonna pay for it.
Kelly: It's my mess. I'll clean it up.

Stella: So this guy's yelling at us and all I'm thinking is, it's just like Macy's mom. Like all of us, really. If there's someone to blame, you can be angry instead of sad. Angry is easier.
Kelly: Lieutenant Morgan?
Lieutenant: Two big shot lieutenants visiting my firehouse at the same time?
Kelly: How's it going, Morgan?
Lieutenant: Pretty damn good. To what do I owe this pleasure?
Stella: Hey. You got a new firefighter joining next shift. Macy Vasquez. Will you keep an eye on her for me? She's one of my girls.
Lieutenant: You bet.

Jennifer: Problems?
Kelly: One thing after another.
Jennifer: Let's take a deep breath. It'll all come together.
Kelly: Yeah, maybe.
Jennifer: Kelly, look at me. Where is all this anger taking you, huh? What's it for?
Kelly: I'm not angry. I'm just busy.
Jennifer: Kelly. He's not here anymore. Whatever he said to get under your skin at the end, it's done. It's over.
Kelly: The way we left things the last time we talked, I took a jab at him, and ended up coming through anyway.
Jennifer: There's nothing you could've said that would've made this any easier. Nothing that would've brought you the kind of peace you're looking for. Right now, today, this is the start of your life without your dad. How you live it, that's what will define you.

Darren: Whoa, Cruz. Hey, you--you spilled coffee on your shirt. And it's inside out.
Christopher: Let's pump the brakes on the caffeine, Joe. You gotta use it tactically and not a meal replacement. I learned that one the hard way.
Joe: If I could just get three hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Christopher: Yeah, now trust me, your body, it'll adjust. You know, when Lee Henry first came home, that kid...
[Mouch's phone rings]
Christopher: Mouch, you plan on answering that?
Randall: It's Trudy's cousin, the talkative one.
Blake: Just silence the call so the rest of us don't have to hear it ringing.
Randall: Huh, when did that button start doing that?
Darren: Uh, about as long as the phone's been out.
Blake: Come on, that's like cellphone 101.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Truck 81...
Unknown: Uh, no, sorry, uh, Engine 51, Ambulance 61, person injured at 1056 Hudson, uh, Avenue.
Blake: That was an actual person.
Christopher: I haven't heard that in a long time.

Sylvie: My friend, Hannah, she's a senior operator at the 911 call center. She wants to speak with you.
Randall: She asked for us by name?
Sylvie: Not exactly. She asked for the BG guys.
Christopher: Yeah, she meant the OG guys.
Sylvie: No, she means the guys who've been here since before Google.

Sylvie: I need some sugar. Sugar makes me happy.

Matthew: I saw what this infection does to skin up close, Chief. Flesh-eating is an understatement. If anything, people aren't scared enough.

Joe: Me and the guys, we were, uh, talking about the boat, and everything. And, um, they told me what you went through to get me out of there.
Kelly: I just knew if I came up without you, I'd have to answer to Chloe.

Bradley: We're gonna get him counseling. I assure you.
Kelly: [looks at Riley] You choose.
[Riley hugs Severide]
Bradley: Riley, get in the car. Riley!
[Riley and his dad get into their car and drive off]

Kelly: There's a fine line between being driven and acting like a pain in the ass.

Kelly: Hey, just hold tight for a bit. This shouldn't take long.
Tony: Copy that.
Capp: Why are we back here? Severide forget something?
Joe: You see all these OFI vehicles, don't you? Severide's playing fire cop again.

Stella: What is that?
Sylvie: Veronicat.
Stella: Ugh, how's that goin'?
Sylvie: She is an angry animal.
Stella: Just take her to a shelter. There are crazy cat people everywhere. Somebody will adopt her.

Kim: There's no talking sense into Hartle. What you can do, maybe, is appeal to his sense of victimhood.
Christopher: How?
Kim: Do a mea culpa. Say you made a huge mistake and that you're really sorry. You know: extend an olive branch.
Christopher: Or maybe Voight could wrap him in duct tape and lock him in a car trunk until he changes his tune.

Brian: [Cruz is watching a video of himself and Otis] Prepa... Hey! Prepare yourselves for the maiden voyage of the Starlight 5000. Superior technology piloted by superior minds.
Christopher: Hey! You two knuckleheads, you shouldn't be anywhere near a flying object!
Brian: Back off, Hermann! You know what we have that you'll never have?
Christopher: What's that?
Brian: Best friend magic, and no one can take that away from us.
Joe: Yeah, Crotis forever, baby.
Brian: Crotis forever. Ah, okay, lets get this thing off the ground.
Joe: Hey, did you put batteries in it?
[the helicopter starts flying]
Brian: Oooh!
Joe: Oh, wow! Hey!
[laughs]
Joe: Put it over. Higher, higher.
Brian: I'm trying.
Joe: Do it higher!
[the helicopter flies higher]
Joe: CROTIS FOREVER!

Matthew: Cruz, you better go!
Joe: What about you?
Matthew: Hand me that hose. I'll cover Severide with my body and we'll make a stand right here.
Joe: Oh, so you can both die? To hell with that! Get ready to pull him out!

Kelly: What's going on?
Stella: Boden wants me to take the lieutenant's test.
Kelly: That's great. What do you got, a few months?
Stella: Yeah, it's just, uh, you know, down the road for sure, I thought this is something I would do. But now that there is a date actually circled on a calendar somewhere, um, I'm just not sure.
Kelly: Two things. One, you have plenty of time, so you won't even have to cram. You'll be ready.
Stella: Well, what's two?
Kelly: You have me. Unlimited help, day or night, 24/7.

Kelly: Can I come in?
Violet: I'm really bad company right now, but...
[Severide walks in and sets down some beers on Violet's kitchen table]
Violet: Let me guess, Stella is stuck working at Molly's so she sent you to bring me a beer and try to cheer me up?
Kelly: No, this is my idea. I wanted to tell you about a girlfriend I had before your time at 51: Anna.
Violet: Yeah. Stella has told me about her. I mean, I don't know much, but I... I know she died.
Kelly: The two toughest things I've ever been through were losing Shay and losing her. And for the longest time after Anna died, I felt like a boat cut loose from the dock, just lost, nothing to hold on to.
Violet: Yeah, that's... Yeah, that's pretty much exactly it.
Kelly: I don't like to think about how low a bottom I might've hit if I hadn't gone back to work. That's just my take, having been where you are.
Violet: I appreciate it, I really do, but the... the difference is... I'm scared if I go back to work, I'll see Evan everywhere. It was his work too.
Kelly: You can't avoid it that way, I'm sorry to say. I saw Anna wherever I went, too, for the longest time. But what I saw even clearer, right in front of me, was my crew at 51, always bugging me, checking in on me. And I wanted to kill them half the time. But I knew that if I started to drift, they'd hold on tight.

Kelly: I want to stop by that scrapyard on the way back.
Joe: Scrapyard? Why are we going back there? We already talked to that guy.
Kelly: We're not going there to talk.

Stella: What is the point of taking a stand if you only do it when it's safe and convenient?

Matthew: [about Stella] Need me to say something to her?
Kelly: Nah, she's fine.
Matthew: She spent the night at Brett's.
Kelly: I'm telling you, it'll blow over.

Matthew: Everything all right, Chief?
Wallace: What's that supposed to mean?
Christopher: You seem a little on edge. That's all.
Wallace: Donna's got me on some damn diet.
[Everyone in the meeting groan]
Joe: We're all dead by shift's end.

Emily: I need your advice. And I need you to give it to me straight.
Stella: Do I ever hold back?
Emily: No, you don't. Which is why I wanted to tell you.

Kelly: Okay, the address is downtown, so expect some stair climbing. Make sure to bring extra bottles. After I hear from Boden, I wanna make sure everybody in here has all their stuff.
[Joe Cruz is distracted about something on his mind]

Randall: [a mini-library stand he set up is on fire] No. No!
[Capp extinguishes the fire. The mini-library collapses]
Randall: No one come any closer. This is a crime scene now.
Sylvie: Mm, I don't think...
Randall: Brett. This is arson. The worst kind, a book burning. So if you don't mind, I would like to contact the Office of Fire Invest...
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Squad 3...
Randall: Damn it!
Emergency dispatch: Truck 81, person trapped, 517 North Dayton
Blake: Come on, Mouch. Nobody's gonna touch that mess till we get back.
Randall: You better be right.

Sylvie: My legs are in so much pain.
Stella: My brain and my body hurt.
Matthew: Hey, how are you doing?
Sylvie: 100%, Captain.

Brian: Hey! What's up?
Lily: Just thought I'd drop in with some cookies.
Brian: Aw. I swear you are an angel.
[Cruz snatches the cookies out of Otis' hand]
Randall: Good time for it.
Brian: Hey!
Randall: We're losing all faith in humanity around here.
Lily: Rough call?
Brian: Worse. Pervert came into the firehouse.
Christopher: Oh, good. All right, question for the group. I am gonna need some help getting this life coach thing off the ground.
Lily: Why don't I be your first client?
Brian: Oh no.
Christopher: Yeah, great! Done! You are not gonna be disappointed. Okay, let's, uh, get you signed up, and then we'll get you started. Okay?
Lily: Now?
Christopher: Why not?
Lily: Okay, oh, we gonna...
Brian: Well, you said...
Lily: No, okay, I didn't...
Christopher: We'll just go on back here. I got stuff to talk about.
Brian: What just happened?
Randall: You see, the F is for your...
[Kidd turns on the blender]

Stella: All right. Out with it. What is the deal with you and this Rutledge guy, Mouch?
Randall: We worked together back at 55. There was a La-Z-Boy. Green leather, reclining. Everyone knew this chair was my spot. But then, one day, Rutledge starts sitting in it like he's king of the castle.
Stella: Uh-oh.
Randall: So I rigged up an IV bag under the cushion with the tube pointing north. Rutledge sits down, and shazam. It looks like he wet himself.
Blake: Good one.
Randall: Yeah. Well, things escalated from there. It only ended when I transferred to 51. But after this morning, he needs a firm reminder: you don't mess with Randall McHolland. Ever.

Capp: Hey. Thanks for helping out on the ropes, Carvin.
Sam: Carver.
Capp: Ouch. Gotta be more careful.
Sam: Well, you guys rigged me to hoist it one person at a time, then Lieutenant Severide got creative.
Tony: He likes to do that.
Capp: Where'd you get that? Come on. Every scar tells a story.
Sam: A house fire in Pilsen. Didn't realize I had a rip in my bunker coat. Next thing you know...
Capp: Hmm. Maybe not every scar.
Stella: Have the paramedics take a look at that wrist when they get back, yeah?
Sam: Copy.

Mason: Ah, Lieutenant. Wanted to make sure I saw you before I got outta here. Thanks for the opportunity. It was an amazing shift.
Stella: Mason, *you* are the missing piece. What's been missing at 51 is what Casey brought us. And I mean, no one will ever be able to replace him, but it wasn't just his talent and his skills that made him so important to 51. It was his generosity, his kindness, his heart. And that is what you have. So, um... I know you're happy at St. Paul, but...
Mason: This is where I should be?
Stella: Yeah.
Mason: Can't argue with the lieutenant.

Violet: Did you ever find out where Gallo and Cara went off to last night?
Darren: I... didn't think it was... my business to...
Violet: But it is our business. As co-owners of Fire Goat, we should know if he's sleeping with our investor, right? Or whatever she is.

Gianna: I make a killer turkey, swiss, and pear sandwich that, I'm not gonna lie, has a pretty damn good reputation.

Christopher: You kicked up quite a fuss, friend. I hope you're pleased with yourself.
Lewis: I'm doing this for my children. You got kids?
Christopher: Only five.
Lewis: So you know, then. You'll do anything to keep them safe. I have four. If something happens to one of mine, an ambulance has to come an extra mile or two to get there. Would you accept that?
Christopher: You're standing up for something, taking action. I can respect that. I've done it myself a few times. But... the people in this house-- they run into burning buildings every day for this community. We don't want to see a station closed either. You think that this is the best way to get what you want?
Lewis: First, we tried calling the CFD's main line. We must've left 80 messages. Not one of us got a call back. So we showed up in person. Got turned away. Then we went to the papers. They said our story was too, uh, what's the word, uh, bureaucratic. Not sexy enough. You know, it's easy to disagree with the method when the problem isn't yours. So let me ask you: When you took action, how'd you get them to hear you?
Christopher: I lit a sofa on fire. Yeah.
Lewis: This isn't perfect, but sometimes, you gotta light things up. And if it means keeping my family and my neighborhood safe, I'm willing to burn a few couches.

Stella: [Cruz is angrily pacing back and forth] Hey, you okay? Wedding jitters?
Joe: I just looked out on the apron, and there's this idiot behind the barricades climbing all over Otis's memorial like he's trying to get a better view.
Stella: That's not right. You say anything?
Joe: [scoffs] Following Boden's orders: "Don't engage."
Stella: It's for the best. Otis would not want you raising hell on his account.
Joe: Actually, I think he would.
Stella: I know. I just--I was--I was trying to make you feel better.
Joe: I just thought he'd be here, you know? Standing behind me up on that altar tomorrow.
Stella: He will be.

Randall: Severide, don't go anywhere. I need your expertise.
[shows Severide his destroyed mini-library]
Randall: Assuming we know who did this, how do I prove it?
Kelly: Prove arson?
Randall: Uh-huh.
[Severide examines the mini-library]
Kelly: Let me ask you something.
Randall: Anything.
Kelly: Are these your reading glasses?
Randall: Uh... uh, well, they...
Kelly: You left them in there facing the sun, the light hits the lenses against the dried paper and wood, and...
[imitates a fire igniting]
Randall: Huh.
Capp: I think we caught the arsonist.
Randall: It's, it's one possible...
Wallace: I want all this cleaned up by the end of shift.
Randall: Yep.

Gabriela: Hey, what happened?
Rudy: What's it look like?
Gabriela: It looks like you ran your bicycle through a sidewalk sign. Let me take a look.
Rudy: Okay, easy, easy.
Gabriela: Looks like you may have broken it. Brett, gauze and a sling.
[Brett hands Dawson a pair of scissors]
Gabriela: Brett.
Sylvie: What?
Gabriela: Gauze and a sling.
Sylvie: I thought you said scissors.
Gabriela: I didn't.
Sylvie: Okay.
Gabriela: Come on, Brett. Gauze and a sling. Let's go
Sylvie: I'm getting them.
Gabriela: [angrily] Then do it!
[Brett angrily shoves the bag at Dawson and walks back to the ambulance]

Wallace: You know, your father couldn't stand Red X Duty. Whenever he got the nod, the deputy chief who assigned him would find a bottle of whiskey on his desk. I don't think Benny lifted a hammer in 15 years.
Kelly: That sounds about right. You know it's been two years since his funeral? I still half-expect him to show up at Headquarters, get on my case about scuffs on my shoes.
Wallace: Yeah. Whenever my father came home from Patrol, he was always tired and hungry and fixed himself a snack. Now, whenever I smell burnt popcorn, I think of him. Funny what things remind us. Hey. No matter the reason, I'm glad you came.
Kelly: Don't get all sappy on me.

Christopher: [Ambulance 61 returns to Firehouse 51] Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop right there!
Sylvie: Herrmann, what's going on?
Christopher: Listen, stay back. We got bedbugs.
Emily: What? Seriously?
Christopher: Yeah, major infestation, and now they gotta tank the whole house.
Sylvie: What do we do?
Christopher: I don't know. Go grab whatever you need for a shift, give it a good, you know, scrub. 'Cause wherever we end up going, we do not want them coming with us.

Kelly: Do you know how proud I am of you?
Stella: Tell me again.

Wallace: As everyone can see, the garage sale is next shift to benefit the Firefighter's Auxiliary Fund. There will be sign-up sheets in the common room for one-hour shifts of manning the tables. I expect everyone to participate.
Sylvie: Absolutely.
Matthew: You got it, Chief.
Wallace: I do not want a repeat of 2017.
Randall: It is not my fault that I got to the Whirley Pop popcorn maker...
Wallace: You snatched it out of an old woman's hand!
Randall: As I said in 2017, and later in Small Claims Court, nobody...
[Emergency dispatch]: Engine 51, truck 81, squad 3, ambulance 61, structure fire...

Violet: Any guy who provides painkillers and bubbly water is A-okay in my book.

Sylvie: Hey.
Isaac: I know you.
Sylvie: Yeah, I'm Sylvie. I was in the ambulance with you. I, uh, I thought I would just come and check up on you. Oof, fractured ulna. See, for me, it was the radius. I just got my cast off a few weeks ago.
Isaac: How'd that happen?
Sylvie: On a job. Floor collapsed during a fire. Took me with it.
Isaac: Wow.
Sylvie: What about you?
Isaac: Stupid fight, that's all.
Sylvie: Did you get any of that famous apple pie?
Isaac: No, just pudding. But, hey, I'm not complaining. It's better than anything I ever got at County.
Sylvie: Well, still, I'll get somebody to grab you a slice in the cafeteria tomorrow.
Isaac: Not sure I'll be here. Heard I was getting bussed back by then.
Sylvie: Isaac...
[sighs]
Sylvie: ... maybe if you told me something about what's happening at County, maybe I can help you.
Isaac: You can't help. You gonna be there when they slam the doors and lock me away in the Badlands? No, nobody will be there but me.
Sylvie: "Badlands"? What's that?
Isaac: Forget about it. There's nothing you can do, trust me.
Sylvie: Try and get some rest, okay?
Isaac: Can you maybe stay a little longer? I-I'll sleep better if someone were here with me.
Sylvie: Yeah, of course.

Jerry: I know I have no standing here, but I would appreciate it if you would reach out directly to the Commissioner and advocate for this purchase order. I happen to think this plan is important, and it's the right thing to do. Thank you for your time.
[Leaves]
Kelly: You realize he's just looking to get a medal pinned to his chest. Right, Chief?
Wallace: If he's securing firefighters a second set of turnout gear, I will pin it on him myself.

Sylvie: Where's Mackey?
Joe: Mandatory training.
Sylvie: No one warned me.

Kelly: [timing Cruz] Better.
Joe: I'm out again.
Kelly: You counting your breaths?
Joe: Yeah. Four-second intervals.
Kelly: How's it feel?
Joe: Like stepping into your favorite pair of Air Jordans.
Kelly: All right, good. Break's over.
[presses his stopwatch]
Kelly: Go!

Matthew: Hey, Mouch. Did you see Gallo's save?
Randy: No. I came up on him after. Good thing, too. If I saw him dive under there, I might've had another heart attack. It was a pretty ballsy move.

Sylvie: I basically just told Casey that I'm in love with him.
Stella: What?
Sylvie: I think my brain got more rattled in that accident than I realized because I just blurted out, "It's always been you."
Stella: Well, that could mean a lot of different things.
Sylvie: Could it? Really?
Stella: Maybe.

Naomi: Wow.
Matthew: Yeah. You spend a lifetime collecting stuff, hauling it around from one place to another, then, in a matter of minutes...
[mimics flames]
Matthew: What I've got left doesn't fill a cardboard box.
Naomi: It's just stuff, Matt.
Matthew: There's more to it. It's not just stuff. It's time and memories and... I spent the last four years here. A lot happened inside these walls.
Naomi: I'm sorry I brought all this dirty business to your doorstep.
Matthew: Don't be. We did a good thing here.
Naomi: We did.
Matthew: You're leaving. Where to?
Naomi: Zurich. For an assignment. It came up fast. These things usually do.
Matthew: Yeah. Great, that's... that's great.
Naomi: It is. What's not so great is cutting our time together short. I wish there'd been more of it.
Matthew: Same here.
Naomi: For what it's worth, I think you should take this stuff, put it somewhere safe, and then... forget about it. Now's the time to make new memories. Have fun.
Matthew: Have fun?
Naomi: Yeah. You're a fun person, Matt Casey.
Matthew: So are you.

Stella: Lieutenant.
Kelly: Kidd. Hey. Do you have something to say?
Stella: You took my advice on Grissom.
Kelly: Of course I did. Your opinion's the one that matters most.

Stella: It's no excuse, but I did not grow up in a loving, happy house. And so, once I found one, it felt kind of like a miracle. And I guess that I didn't want that to change for the sake of everyone in it. Even if I'm not gonna be here.
Wallace: You leaving will affect this place just as much. Each change, there's a little shift in the foundation. We just have to trust that what we've built up here is strong enough to hold.

[first lines]
Sylvie: You stay as long as you need.
Stella: I'm trying to send him a wake-up call, but it's Kelly, so unless you hit him with a full blast megaphone, he doesn't get it.
Sylvie: Mm, I think he's getting it. I can see him standing with his arms crossed at the end of the ap floor.

Christopher: We're all firefighters here, and we are well-practiced at sitting around. So we are not leaving until we get to talk to your CEO.

Vera: Well, in fact, there have been... five calls regarding negligence of the mother before the fire.
Matthew: Did they come from the same neighborhood?
Vera: I'm not at liberty...
Matthew: She was a real piece of work.
Wallace: Casey.
Vera: These are serious allegations. Captain Casey, did you see how the fire started?
Matthew: It looked like an electrical fire, but I can't be sure. That would be a matter for the Office of Fire Investigation. I can say that the mother Jenni turned over her wheelchair so she could crawl up the stairs and try to save her child.
Vera: Couldn't get up the stairs.
Matthew: That's not what I said.
Vera: Were you summoned by the fire alarms inside the house?
Matthew: I believe it was a 911 call.
Vera: No alarms.
Matthew: Hey, what's your agenda here?
Vera: To protect a child.
Matthew: It seems more like it's a premade decision in search of facts to back it up.
Wallace: Okay, that's enough. You have my captain's incident report.
Vera: Yes, I have everything I need.
Matthew: Are you serious? This woman came here to check some boxes. Didn't matter what I said.
Wallace: You're right. I didn't like her attitude.
Matthew: She wanted a few choice quotes so she could take a boy away from his disabled mother. Doesn't sit right with me, Chief. Doesn't sit right at all.

Wallace: Look, this house is gonna go up like a fireball, bigger than you can imagine. Now, if you want to roast, you know what, be my guest. You've been warned.

Gianna: [after smashing a toy helicopter with a hoe] Can I get in trouble for that?
Sylvie: That thing was clearly a threat to our safety.
Marilyn: Finish it.
Gianna: You know, I feel like you might need this more than I do.
Sylvie: No, no. You do it.
Marilyn: I'll do it.
Sylvie: No, no, no. You should stay still.
Gianna: You ever heard of smash therapy? People pay good money for this.
Sylvie: Yeah?
Gianna: Mm-hmm.
Marilyn: Go for it.
Sylvie: Sure. Why not?
[Mackey hands Brett the hoe]
Gianna: Sit still for me. Lean back. There you go.
[Brett destroys the helicopter with the hoe]

Kelly: [waiting for Capp to come out] How long does it take to read the bottom of an eye chart?

Stella: How's it working out with Gallo and Ritter picking up slack in the bullpen?
Wallace: They are painfully slow and minimally competent. But it's better than letting the paperwork pile up until I disappear under a landslide of timesheets and case reports. Why?
Stella: Well, what if I told you I could solve that problem for you?

Christopher: Just know that where preparation meets perspiration, you have...
Joe: Constipation.
Christopher: Innovation.

Kelly: Cruz. I'm relieving you.
Joe: Lieut...
Kelly: Don't argue with me! I asked you a direct question last shift, and you lied to my face. You tried to do it again back at the scene. I've only got a four-man team, Cruz. Everybody's got to be on their game, and you aren't.

Adriana: Stella.
Stella: Hey there. You look great. How you feeling?
Adriana: A little better.
Stella: I gave the cops that receipt, and they took a look at the security footage from the ATM machine. Look, Adriana, I can't say for sure what's going on here, but I do have a pretty good idea. I think that you do know the guy who was driving that car. I think you know him really well. I think that he is the kind of guy who likes to take people by the neck. And I get it. You're scared. And you want to do the right thing. But slipping that receipt into my coat pocket, it's not enough. The cops, they want to know his name. But if you don't tell them before they figure out what your relationship really is, there's nothing anybody can do to help you.
Adriana: You don't understand.
Stella: Yeah, I do. It's hard. Turning in somebody that you once cared about. It feels like a betrayal. But... God, he has already betrayed you. And he'll never stop until you take a stand. Adriana, if you come forward, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. That's a promise.
Doctor: I need to draw some blood, hon.

Matthew: Herrmann, cut the water!
Christopher: What's wrong?
Matthew: The floor can't take the weight, get back outside!
Christopher: Okay, but I'm leaving you the line!

Sylvie: Talk to him.
Jacob: What do you mean?
Sylvie: Just talk to him while we work. Tell him a story. Anything. Keep his mind on something else. Okay, Hunter? I'm not gonna lie. This is gonna be rough, but you can do it. Just focus on Jacob, okay?
Hunter: Okay.
Jacob: Hey, remember that first week of practice, Hunter? Where--where we'd just sit on the locker room floor after practice because we were too tired to move? And I wanted to quit. A lot of us did. But you said it wasn't about hockey. You said it was about each other. And we couldn't quit on each other. So don't give up on us now, Hunter. This is nothing. You've got this.
Emily: Feels like there's still a piece of metal in there. It must've snapped off of the seat. Do you have tweezers in there?
Sylvie: Yeah. Use that.
Emily: Okay.
Sylvie: Keep going.
Jacob: Don't quit now, Hunter.
Emily: It's okay, buddy.
Jacob: Not like coach. Don't you do it. We need you.
Emily: Deep breath. Uh-huh.
Jacob: Good job.

Matthew: What are you asking me, Gallo?
Blake: Nothing. I was just, you know...
Matthew: When we finish clearing a fire, your job is to grab a pike pole and get ready to do overhaul, not stand around gawking at me and playing junior doctor.

Joe: Yes, thank you. Two nights. Oh, hey, do you guys have a shuttle from the airport to Blackberry Farms? Oh, oh, great. Thank you so much.
Stella: Blackberry Farms? I saw that place on the Travel Channel. That is swanky.
Joe: The Slamigan is blowing up. We already have eight new orders across the Midwest, and it looks like we're gonna hit six figure revenue by third quarter.
Stella: That's great!
Joe: I figure I'd celebrate.
Stella: By booking two nights at one of the most romantic spots in America? You taking Otis? Hmm?
Joe: Uh, I'm gonna tell Brett the great news about our company and then I'm gonna ask her to go with me.
Stella: Whoa.
Joe: I just... just figured I'll put it all out there, you know? Tell her how I really feel. Grand gesture. And if I get rejected, well, at least I didn't hold back. Is that crazy? It is, it's crazy. I'm a moron. It's not too late for me to back out. I should back out. Should I back out?
Stella: No, you should not back out.
Joe: You sure?
Stella: Look, you can never go wrong with a grand gesture.
Joe: Thank you.

Stella: [answers the phone] This is Stella.
Aliyah: I can hear shouting upstairs.
Stella: Okay, listen. You need to get out of that basement, okay? Are there any windows you can break?
Aliyah: Nothing. It's like a jail cell.
Stella: Um... if you climb the stairs?
Aliyah: They are right there. There's nowhere to go.
Stella: Okay. You said there's a bed where you found the phone. Right?
Aliyah: Yeah, yeah, that's it. Just some old blankets on a mattress.
Stella: Okay, okay. Is there anything you can use as a weapon? A steel bar or a piece of wood?
Aliyah: Nothing like that.
Stella: Anywhere you can hide?
Aliyah: It's just a room.
Stella: Can you look for me?
Aliyah: I did.
Stella: Okay, okay, listen. I'm just trying to think here. Um... Hello? Hey.
Aliyah: I should've stayed in your class.
Stella: No.
Aliyah: I didn't think I was good enough.
Stella: There isn't a girl in that class who isn't good enough, all right? That's what I was trying to tell you when you first came.
Aliyah: I should have listened. No one ever told me that before, so maybe I couldn't hear it from you.
Stella: Well, then that's on me, okay? Not on you because... because I had never done that before-- taught a bunch of girls. You know, I... I didn't have anyone in my life like that. Not at that age, you know, to tell us what my worth was, so I didn't know how to do it.
Aliyah: No, no, you were strong. I think about how strong you were all the time.
Stella: Can you just tell me your name? If you'll just...
Aliyah: The shouting stopped. Maybe they've decided. Maybe they're coming for me.
Stella: Hey, listen, I want to help you. I'm trying to help you, but I need you to give me some information, so that I can help you, okay? You didn't listen to me before, and you said that you regret that, so I'm telling you, listen to me now. Hey. Are you there? Come on, I need you to talk to me.
Aliyah: You can't help me.
Stella: That's not true.
Aliyah: I'm so sorry I did this.
Stella: Hey, no, no, no, listen to me. Don't hang up. I just need you to tell me--
[the phone disconnects]

Brian: What did I win?
Randall: Uh, not sure. All it says is "sports package".
Brian: Sports... package.
Emergency Dispatch: Truck 81, police assist. 772 Preston.
Christopher: Otis, if you don't make it back, can I claim your prize?
Brian: You don't even know what it is.
Christopher: It's free. What else do I gotta know?

Kelly: I feel like I haven't been a good friend. You've been going through something and I should have picked up on it.
Matthew: That's on me. I made sure you didn't pick up on it.
Kelly: Why? You can tell me anything. You better know that by now.
Matthew: Yeah, I do, it's just... I grew up in a family full of secrets. I guess, it's... it's become a fallback for me.

Wallace: Don't let it drag on the bottom now, Kelly.
Kelly: You can be the chief of the firehouse, the captain of this boat, but don't tell me how to fish, old man.

Kelly: Hey
[points finger to Ken]
Kelly: '70 Stingray.
Ken: Ken. I never got a chance to thank you, um...
Kelly: Kelly.
Ken: If you hadn't pulled me out of there...
Kelly: Yeah. I'm a big car guy myself, but they haven't made one yet that I'm willing to die for.

Darren: I'm sorry. Can we not talk about horrific impalements on my day off?

Gabriela: Ooh, I like the sight of this.
Matthew: Yep.
Gabriela: My man's got his own corner office.
Matthew: I'm just using it while you and Brett play hide and seek.
Gabriela: Hiding, not seeking. And we're done. We're good to go.
Matthew: Good. Then we can get things back to normal.

Christopher: Why are half of these sausages gray?
Blake: Those are the vegetarian ones. Have the meat one... I'm just providing healthy options.
Christopher: There's nothing healthy about that color.

Matthew: Hey, have you checked on Cruz?
Kelly: No.
Stella: Ah, tight spaces seem to really be setting off his panic switch, huh?
Matthew: Did he say what's giving him trouble?
Kelly: I wasn't in the mood to talk. He lied to me, and he put a victim in jeopardy.
Stella: Maybe he thought he was getting better.
Matthew: I did the same thing last year. Kept my head injuries secret longer than I should've. Ugh. I just wanted to be on shift, ignore the rest of it. That didn't work.
Kelly: Well, you got by.
Matthew: I had Sylvie. She was with me every step of the way. Only reason I stayed sane.
Stella: Maybe you should talk to him.
Kelly: He's already talking to a CFD counselor. I made sure of that.
Matthew: Good. You're his lieutenant. It wasn't the injury that almost got me. It was trying to get through it alone.

Sylvie: You ever been in a triage situation before, Mackey?
Gianna: Uh, only in training. My last house wasn't as busy as this one.
Sylvie: Okay, remember what you were taught. More ambulances are on the way. Until then, focus on each minute.

Wallace: Damn, I gotta get out of the office more often.

[last lines]
Chloe: Hi, Joe.
Joe: I-I tried calling you.
Chloe: Yeah, I, um... I decided I'd rather speak in person.
Joe: Look, I didn't know what I did wrong. I-I-but whatever...
Chloe: You didn't do anything. Actually, you did. You saved me from a-a burning building and a car wreck. So I panicked. Because what if you get into trouble and I can't save you?
Joe: Chloe.
Chloe: I'm never gonna completely stop worrying about that, just so you know.
Joe: Okay.
Chloe: But it turns out... baking really helps calm me down.
Joe: What is this?
Chloe: Open it.
[Cruz unwraps a tinfoil plate, revealing lollipops spelling out "Ask me"]
Chloe: Can-can you make out the letters? That one there, it's a K, but my frosting pen got jammed right when...
Joe: [kneels] Chloe Allen... will you make me the happiest and luckiest man on this earth, and be my bride...
Chloe: Yes.
Joe: Yes?
Chloe: Yes!
[they kiss each other. Cruz drops the lollipops on the sidewalk]

Stella: And he was cool with just being friends?
Sylvie: I think so. I hope so. He is a really nice guy.
Stella: And not bad to look at.
Sylvie: I know, I know. But now is just not a good time for me to be dating. I wonder how many times I've said that in my life.

Matthew: The last thing I expected was to be looking for a new place to live.
Sylvie: [Excited] Ooh! Can I help? I've watched so many episodes of "House Hunters". I'm basically a qualified realtor.

Wallace: Kidd. I just got back from talking to O'Brien at 25. I wanted to see the truck myself. You're right. Those firefighters need an officer with grit. If you want it, I'll put the paperwork in. O'Brien's on board.
Stella: I want it.
Wallace: Then I'll let you know as soon as the Ts are crossed.

Sylvie: You okay?
Stella: Yeah, of course. Why?
Sylvie: You've got your "angst with Severide" face on.

Randall: Ritter, what about you and Eric?
Darren: Eric and I broke up a couple months ago, so...
Christopher: What? How did we not know about this?
Darren: Lockdown took a toll. Too much time together in a small apartment.

[last lines]
[the Squad members and another victim are trapped in a capsized boat]
Joe: [about his oxygen tank] I'm out.
Kelly: Damn it. We need to find another way out.
Caleb: Oh, God.
[everyone takes one last breath before the water level rises completely above their heads]

Joe: What are you doing with Baggs' locker?
Randall: There is no "Baggs."
[opens the locker and takes out a trunk. He opens the trunk, revealing a pair of bagpipes]
Joe: "Baggs" is your bagpipes?
Randall: Been storing them in here since Trudy and I got hitched. She thinks I sold them.
Joe: You've been squatting on this locker for five years? You know that Jaffee and DiNardo on first shift have to share one because there aren't any available.
Randall: Dreams need lockers, too, Joe.

Blake: Okay, so where are you and Eric planning on going in Europe?
Darren: We're talking Portugal and then maybe the Italian coast.
Violet: Oh, I went to Positano when I was just out of high school, it is amazing.
Christopher: Okay, uno, dos, tres.
Darren: Obrigado.
Christopher: If you say so.
[Violet laughs]
Darren: You know, this was a really great idea you had, Herrmann.
Christopher: Ah, Molly's Patio?
Darren: Yeah, it totally worked.
Christopher: Yeah, except for free drinks for life guy over here, I'd agree.
Darren: Okay. Here's an idea. I was talking to Herrmann earlier about my need for additional income.
Blake: Okay.
Darren: We're young, we're cool. We've got 48 hours between shifts.
Violet: Yeah?
Darren: We need our own side hustle. Herrmann and Mouch have this joint. Casey's in construction. Cruz has the Slamigan. We should put our minds together and find a business for the three of us to go into together.
Violet: I'm interested.
Blake: Yeah. I mean, yeah. It sounds like a great idea.
Violet: What should we do? And don't say hand-tossed pizzas.

Wallace: Garwood.
Deputy: Hey, Chief.
Wallace: Hey.
Deputy: Welcome to Crazytown.
Wallace: Yeah, so what's the story?
Deputy: Oh, units responded to a domestic dispute. Male suspect went loco. He's all jacked up on something.
Wallace: He took a hostage?
Luis: I'll do it! I will do it, I swear! I will kill her!

Stella: So wait, you are gonna give this Mercer kid another chance?
Kelly: Yeah.
Stella: Boden's not pressuring you, is he? I didn't think so, but... then why?
Kelly: Because, I don't know, maybe there's a firefighter in there somewhere, trying to get out. Why not make an extra effort to see? Because if I do bounce him, it's gonna make trouble for Boden.
Stella: Yeah, that's a pretty tough spot you're in. But... I know you well enough to know that you will find the right way through.

Stella: I was just thinking, would it be possible to put off taking the lieutenant's test until next year?
Wallace: Well, as you know, tests are only scheduled for when there are openings available, so waiting is a gamble.
Stella: I'm so grateful to you for your support, and I definitely see myself getting on that officer track soon. There's just a lot going on right now, and I do not want Girls on Fire falling through the cracks.
Wallace: Okay. Will you do me a favor? Why don't you take a few days, think it over?

Wallace: I got something for you.
[hands Mouch his TRA certificate]
Wallace: I talked to Cheif Zamos. He owed me. I'm the one who pulled his butt out of the Belmont fire 20 years ago.
Randall: I don't know what to say.
Wallace: Let me tell you something, Mouch. You are a hero every time you suit up in your bunker gear. And it doesn't take hijacking some class for younger firefighters for me to recognize it. You know, when we're on scene, I sometimes catch a glimpse of young Ritter just... watching you. The admiration on his face. It's beautiful. He loves you, Mouch. He respects you. And that because of the man you are. And the job you do.
Randall: Thanks, Chief.

Blake: I'm heading into 51 whether Casey wants me there or not. Time to do whatever it takes to make things right.
Gianna: See, that's why we're so good together. Because when it matters, we give it all we got.
Blake: See I thought it was the crazy chemistry.
Gianna: So what is this, you and me?
Blake: Not that it has to have a label or anything.
Gianna: How about no rules? Just fun.
Blake: I like that. Except maybe one rule. Cruz can never know this happened, which means we can't tell anyone at the firehouse.
Gianna: I'll think about it.
Blake: Not really negotiable. I mean, Cruz and I are firefighters at the same house, so at some point, my life will be in his hands.

Randall: [looking at his phone] Oh no!
Darren: What's wrong?
Randall: Oh, this is very bad!
[runs out of the kitchen]
Joe: You okay, Mouch?
Randall: Nope! Casey, I got a real emergency.
Matthew: What's the matter?
Randall: I thought I had two days to prepare, but there was some kind of mix-up and now they want to see me today in 20 minutes.
Matthew: Back up. What's this about?
Randall: My audition. Pipes and Drums. I was hoping since Truck's still out of action, maybe you'd let run down to the union hall real quick.
Matthew: Sure, go ahead.
Randall: Thanks, Casey!
Matthew: Hey, Mouch. Knock 'em dead.

Christopher: Hey, what you got there?
Randall: Have you heard of a mini free library?
Christopher: I've heard all three of those words, just never together.
Randall: Okay, we put it at the end of the apron. Neighbors can take a book, leave a book. I put up a flyer right there. Bring your old books in.
Christopher: Yeah, I see that now. Right next to the sign-up for the parade duty, which I also didn't do.
Capp: Have no fear, Mouch. I got you covered.
Randall: Oh, look at this. What do we got? These are all... all Pulitzer winners.
Capp: I would not know. I do not read for pleasure. They are Mazie's.
Tony: That still going?
Capp: It is not.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Squad 3, Truck 81, Engine 51, multi-vehicle accident. State and 37th.

Blake: I've heard guys talk about it. But, man, you do not believe it until it's your turn to plunge through a roof. So many things racing through your mind all while in free-fall: "I hope I don't get impaled by something", "I hope this saw doesn't land on me", "I hope I made the car payment this month." A thousand different thoughts hitting you all at once.
Darren: Well, were any of them good ideas for a business?
Blake: [Thinks briefly] No.

Jerry: Wallace.
Wallace: Jerry, you got a promotion.
Jerry: Assistant Deputy Commissioner.
Wallace: I can see that. Congratulations.
Jerry: Well, it was a metoric rise, I guess you could say. I'm just happy Commissioner Grissom recognized my potential.
Wallace: Huh.
Jerry: The man has been making lots of dynamic changes. Streamlining overhead, re-examining facilities, reducing costs while maximizing potential. Updating resources while replacing faulty, out-of-date equipment. Finally, we have a Commissioner who understands what it means to be a leader.
Wallace: Hmm.
Jerry: I'm proud to support him any way I can. He, uh, has asked me to keep a closer eye on some of our busier houses.
Wallace: Mine, to be precise?
Jerry: Hope this won't be too awkward for you. I mean, last time we worked together, I was a candidate, you were, what, lieutenant?
Wallace: Captain.
Jerry: Oh, right.
Wallace: Oh, Jerry, this will not be awkward for me. Make yourself feel at home. Let me know how I can help.
Jerry: I'll be sure to do that.
Wallace: [mutters to himself] Of all the people...

Tony: [Capp tosses one die at a time while playing a game] That's illegal.
Capp: It's the way the Capp family plays.
Tony: You can't roll just one die at a time. Cruz, tell him.
[Cruz doesn't answer]
Tony: Cruz.
Joe: What?
Tony: Tell Capp he's a moron.
Capp: Sore loser.
Emergency dispatch: [alarm blares] Squad 3, Truck 81, Ambulance 61, Engine 51, structure fire, 644 W. Illinois Street.
Christopher: Pull up your boots, boys. It's time to go battle the beast.
[everyone puts on their gear, gets in their respective rig, and drives off]

Joe: So Chloe's mom said she needed to hear it and now they're really happy and the shower is moving forward.
Stella: Well, I look forward to seeing more of that baby bump. I mean, she is absolutely glowing.
Joe: Um, hey, so, uh, as soon as next shift is done, I have to get changed, head home. I'm gonna help her set things up. And I don't want you guys lollygagging either.
Kelly: Cruz, we'll be there.
Stella: Hey, where's Casey tonight?
Kelly: Uh, I haven't seen him.
Stella: Yeah. And Brett's not here either.