Boden: What’d you and Severide call ‘em: cigar chats? Casey: I don’t think we call them anything chief. Boden: Well, since your partner in crime has been detailed out, maybe I could fill in. Casey: Say no more.
Brett and Kidd: They reached so high, high, high; they touched the sky, sky. Kidd: I’m 90 percent sure there’s a double hand clap there. Brett: Oh, that makes more sense. Kidd: Right. Brett: Ok. Both: And they never came back, back, back, Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack. Boden: Ladies? Kidd: Chief.