My cousin, the poster child for Better Homes and Gardens throws this really super fancy Christmas party every year. There's a string quartet, plum pudding, nutmeg sprinkled over the eggnog, so perfect you wanna vomit.
Sounds awesome.
Chicago Fire · Season 1
My cousin, the poster child for Better Homes and Gardens throws this really super fancy Christmas party every year. There's a string quartet, plum pudding, nutmeg sprinkled over the eggnog, so perfect you wanna vomit.
Sounds awesome.
Chief, are you just gonna let these pretend-cops violate our civil rights?
Yeah, don't they need to show us a warrant or something?
I'm gonna crack one of those punks inside their head!
[After internal affairs leaves the men's locker room]
So what'd you do?
Nothing. I just told her we recorded the whole thing on our thermal cameras.
Wait, thermal cameras don't record. [Casey and Herrmann glare at him] [realizes] Oh! That's good.
You're working?
Well, with you faking it somebody's gotta step up.
Listen, it's not too late to switch teams.
You already moved in, let's take it slow.
How's the noodle?
Hard as ever.
That's what-
That what he said.
[sees Casey standing on the truck fixing the garage door] What's up?
The door's jammed.
I told Chief we needed to grease this puppy before the weather turned.
He ignored you?
No! He told me to do it but I forgot. I've been preoccupied.
Weren't you and Cindy using protection?
We've got four kids Mouch. I was counting on my sperm being too tired to make the swim. [Casey looks down at him in amusement]
[awkwardly] Well, I'm gonna head inside and check the levels on the hot chocolate. [leaves]
Yeah, I'm gonna provide back-up. [leaves with Shay]
[to Mills] You know, my grandmother had this garage door that was always stuck two feet off the ground so one time I tell my brother...
[Mouch, Casey and Herrmann raise their hands]
[notices them raising their hands] What?
We've got a rule. You tell a story we've all heard a million times, we raise our hand, you gotta shut up, no questions asked.
That's actually impolite and insulting.
[scoffs] Like that's on us.
[facetiously] Aw, dad, can we keep it? Huh, can we? Can we? Can we?
Keep what?
The dog.
[points to a man on the floor] Baby here cold-clocked his mom and then tripped and bumped his head.
[Casey, Otis and Mills look down at a burly man lying on the floor]
"Baby"?
In four years, you've never spoken before, Mr. Casey. Why now? What's changed?
Well, uh, when I was seven, I, uh, I stole a baseball mitt from a sporting goods store. I got caught, and the owner wanted to call the cops, teach me a lesson. But my mom came down there and, uh, got him to agree to let me work off the cost of the mitt by sweeping his floor. And when my sister crashed the family car, my dad wanted to kick her out of the house. But my mom talked to him, worked it out where Christie could work off the repairs by cleaning dad's office. What I'm trying to say is that my mom understood punishment, but she also understood forgiveness. She did a horrible thing that she regrets terribly, and she's paid the price with fifteen years of her life. But now it's time for forgiveness, from all of us. We lost both our father and our mother that day. So, what's changed? Well, I have.
It's weird without Otis here. Who am I supposed to jag?
Don't look at me.
And Severide's gone too. I mean, he's as cocky as they come, but if you were lying in the street, he'd give you the shirt off his back.
If you're lying in the street, why do you need his shirt?
You know what I mean.
[sees Mouch "stealing" marshmallows] How many times I gotta tell you to stay out of the first watch crate, Mouch?
They tempt me with these marshmallows, lieutenant. What am I supposed to do?
Give me one.
Board-up crews.
Why do they always look like gangsters?
Because they are.
Lieutenant, I gotta talk to you about Cruz.
What about him?
He's been acting a little off.
You notice that as well? I figured it was a private matter.
Yeah, and I keep asking him to tell me what it is, but he won't open up.
Then stop asking him about it, Mouch.
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