Dawson quotes from Chicago Fire

Hey, what do you guys know about Erik McAuley? [everyone groans in response]

[chuckles] McAuley the paramedic. He's the worst. Mr. Doom-and-Gloom.

Total bummer. Why?

Since Mills is working Squad, McAuley's gonna relieve him on ambo.

Oh, God!

No. No, he's not. [notices Boden] Chief, are you bringing McAuley in?

Yes, I'm short a medic.

No! No way. I'll go work on ambo before McAuley comes back here and brings the whole house down with his Eeyore routine.

Okay, good. Casey. You willing to give up your candidate for a few shifts till I find myself somebody permanent?

Wait, what?

Sure.

Thank you, Dawson.

Yay! Hey, great. Help me with inventory.

[glares back] Yeah, okay. Great.

[looks at the papers Casey is filing] What's..."Stilettos"? It sounds like a strip club. [Cruz and Otis turn to look] Oh, God. It is a strip club, isn't it?

Yes...I landed a construction contract expanding a club called Stilettos. Permits just came through.

[clears throat] Lieutenant. I've been meaning to ask you, do you, by any chance, need any strong backs for your side business? 'Cause I could use a little scratch.

[deadpan] You don't say.

Otis

Oh, are you looking for guys, Casey? Because I know my way around a toolbox.

[glares at them] Fine.

Saturday, which one of you two is helping me install the mirrored glass at Stilettos?

Otis

Um day date. [Cruz gives him the "seriously??" look] I'm taking Barbara to brunch, what?

Cruz?

I can't, Lieutenant.

[looks at them] You guys get born again, or what?

I'll help. So how's this work, Lieutenant? You get paid in singles, or you get checks?

Very funny.

I bet you need a hand getting those poles up, huh?

[looks at Dawson] Yeah, well Nesbitt's building a whole chain of them. And guess who's gonna be buying their lake house from doing all the work?

Otis

Eh, careful who you get in bed with, Lieutenant.

What's that mean?

Otis

Seven years in the fire department, guy suddenly quits. Just saying.

If I only wanted to work with saints, I'd be out of business pretty quick.

Otis

Your call.

[facetiously] Is it? Well ha. Thank you for letting me make my own decisions, Otis, 'cause I was gonna run everything by you.

Can I get you a beer?

Club soda. [Dawson looks at him] Solidarity!

[grins] We'll see how long that lasts.

Severide

[teasing] Club soda, huh? What's next, dad jeans?

Jimmy

Hey guys, the tortoise is getting away.

Mouch, you gonna stop it?

Mouch

What's the rush?

[sees Capp finishing the bag of chips] Hey! Is that the last bag of chips?

Severide

You can thank your boy Jimmy for that.

What am I supposed to do? Psychically predict when we're gonna be on lockdown?

[smacks Borelli on the head] I swear, if we run out of food I'm eating you first.

Four dead, seven wounded, families torn apart. For what?

Hate, ignorance. There's no explanation for it.

You think Antonio would be willing to-

Investigate a city alderman?

Who is skimming money off a charity.

Herrmann, did you try and rig it by making Jimmy look like a bum so we'd all get fleeced?

Yes.

See this is why I don't bet on sports.

Also, you don't understand them.

You sure I can't talk you out of this?

Jimmy

Forfeit? No way you trained me, I'm ready.

Well, I trained you for Roman.

Hey, I hurt my wrist, not my ears

Oh Oh, Alderman Casey!

Alderman Casey, Alderman Casey.

Mouch

Electrical pole in my backyard blocks my view. Anything you can do?

Alderman Casey, I have a pothole the size of Lake Michigan on my street.

Otis

Uh, some guy keeps pissing in the elevator in my and Cruz's building.

Okay. All right. You guys feel free to write all that down and leave it on my desk.

Oh, hey, check it out. "New alderman for the 52nd ward, Matthew Casey."

Oh, "Casey with his wife by his side."

Ha! It Actually says wife. Damn, did I miss my own wedding?

Well, I would have invited you, but you get so rowdy at parties.

Ooh, Alderman speaks the truth.

Mouch

I'd kill to miss my wedding. Speaking of, anybody want to write some vows?

Hey, I got a smokin' dress for that wedding. You better make it good.

You don't think Louie deserves the best?

I just think we should find him a sitter before he turns 18.

What's that smell?

He was cooking hash.

Hash browns?

No, honey, hash. Drugs.

You okay?

It's a clown.

It's an idiot with makeup on. Some internet fad scaring people.

Well, it works.

Wait, we're actually married.

So said the judge.

That makes me so happy.

Me too.

Makes me think we can get through anything.

Good, because we can.