Chicago Fire Quotes
Kidd: So I have been trying to planning a surprise trip as a birthday present for Kelly. Only thing is is that it’s his birthday next week, and I still haven’t figured out what to do. It’s so tricky.
Ritter: Hey, you know my boyfriend Eric, he’s a travel agent. I bet he could hook you up.
Kidd: That would be amazing. Are you serious? Oh my god, can you have him stop by Molly’s tomorrow night?
Severide: Do you realize that your school has had three false alarms since the beginning of the semester?
Headmaster: My apologies. It’s an all-boys school. There’s a certain level of chaos that comes with territory.
Severide: Well, we’re not talking about harmless fun. That alarm delayed our response to a real emergency, and the victim is in bad shape because of it.
Severide: We need to figure out who’s pulling these alarms.
Headmaster: Of course, yes, my staff and I will figure out who’s behind this.
Casey: We’d like to talk to them. He needs to understand he’s putting people’s lives in danger.
Headmaster: I’m afraid that’s not possible, but we’ll make sure they get the message.
Severide: What do you mean that’s not possible?
Headmaster: Well, our students are entitled to their privacy, lieutenant, and disciplinary matters are kept in strict confidence.
Headmaster: I have to insist on it. The families of Stover Academy would expect nothing less.
Severide: You mean these private school parents expect you to shield their kids from prosecution?
Headmaster: Hold on. We’re talking about a prank here – a sophomoric and irresponsible one to be sure.
Severide: Pulling a false alarm is a crime.
Casey: OK, Kelly.
Headmaster: If you can’t have a calm, rational discussion, I’m afraid I need to ask you to leave the premises.
Severide: We’re going to find out who did this, with or without him.
Delaney: What do we got here?
Casey: Single-car accident. Two adults stuck inside. Engine flashed but it’s out.
Delaney: Great, thanks. I’ll take it from here.
Casey: You what?
Delaney: I appreciate the assist captain, but this is 20’s jurisdiction and has been for decades, so if you don’t mind, I’ll see it through.
Casey: Well, I do mind, actually.
Kidd: Hey Mouch. I think you owe someone an apology. Wouldn’t you agree?
Mouch: Tuesday, I’m sorry for flea shaming you. I jumped to the wrong conclusion based on a hurtful stereotype, and I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me.
Casey: We were in the middle of a rescue with two lives on the line. Who gives a damn about jurisdiction?
Severide: We were well within the new boundaries, chief -- part of the overlap.
Casey: ‘It’s been their territory for years,’ he said as if that gives him the right.
Boden: It doesn’t.
Casey: Exactly. It was dangerous, and it was distracting.
Van Meter: I’ll hand it to you, lieutenant. You got a flair for the heroic. You went well about the call of duty to apprehend a professional arsonist while freeing an innocent man.
Severide: Just doing what I was assigned to do.
Van Meter: And in the process you broke, let’s see, one, two, I’ll round up and say a thousand standing orders, maxed out your overtime for the year, nearly got yourself killed to close a case that was already closed.
Van Meter: Severide, you are one of the most gifted investigators that I’ve ever met, and you’re fired.
Arsonist: Why? Why’d you come back?
Severide: I’m a firefighter.
Foster: If you have something to say, say it to my face.
Brett: Will you stop acting so entitled? You have been on my case since yesterday. You had no business questioning my medical ability on that call. I am the paramedic in charge, and we had a patient’s life on the line.
Foster: That’s exactly what I spoke up. I have the experience, and a nasotracheal intubation …
Brett: Is a risky procedure, but it is one that I have personally performed dozens of times in the field.
Foster: OK, well, I couldn’t have known that.
Brett: Emily, you didn’t have to know that. It wasn’t your call to make. You may think that your education makes you a better paramedic than me, but I earned my as PIC after years of experience in the field. I chose this life. It wasn’t a backup plan, it wasn’t a consolation prize, so if you don’t respect that fact, maybe you need to see if some other house will take you in because I am losing my patience, fast.
Mouch: I’m a fellow public servant, working out of Firehouse 51. Anyway, we were at the scene of an accident yesterday with one of your colleagues, and I seem to have inadvertently brought this back to the station with me on the sole of my boot.
Postal worker: Sir, I cannot accept this item from you without an address or proper postage.
Mouch: Right, but look here. Someone already paid for the postage.
Postal worker: There’s no address on this item.
Mouch: But don’t you have some sort of dead letter office?
Postal worker: That is strictly for items already within the postal system. I cannot accept this item from you without an address and proper postage, sir.
Mouch: You know what the problem is here?
Postal worker: That your item doesn’t have an address or proper postage?
Mouch: No, no. The problem is a chronic lack of respect for written correspondence, a dereliction of the solemn vow you made that neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night would stop you … however, it goes.
Postal worker: Next.
Kidd: Look at all this junk.
Mouch: One person’s junk, is another person’s private thoughts on paper.
Kidd: Mouch, this is a cash for gold ad. Normal people don’t use the post office anymore.
Mouch: I know 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.
Kidd: You’re right. Can’t imagine it.
Gallo: I’m not saying Violet’s not smart. OK, she’s super smart, and she’s really good at what she does, and yeah, she always has a bunch of guys circling her, who don’t stand a chance in hell, but that’s … You don’t know her like I do.
Cruz: Well, explain.
Gallo: She always used to flex in class, trying to one up me, getting in my space, smiling like it was a challenge.
Ritter: See what I mean?
Cruz: Oh brother, you got it bad.
Gallo: No, you guys aren’t getting what I’m saying. She’s the devil.