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?
Ritter: Sure.

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.
Casey: What?
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.

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.

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.

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.

Violet: Standing order 12?
Gallo: Really?
Violet: In the interest of preventing any medical complications from spinal injury, any patient with an indication of neck trauma should have the administration of a cervical collar before transportation.
Gallo: You memorized that?
Violet: You didn’t?
Gallo: OK, Violet. Quiz me.
Violet: Standing order 89?
Gallo: A patient whose behavior suggests a lack of cognitive capacity can neither consent to nor refuse care. Boom. S.O. 41?
Violet: Duh, contamination of a crime scene or evidence is to be avoided. Please, that’s really the best you’ve got.
Ritter: I guess this is how overachievers flirt.

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.

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.

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.
Severide: Captain.
Van Meter: Severide, you are one of the most gifted investigators that I’ve ever met, and you’re fired.

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.

Boden: What’s your assessment in terms of getting our tool back?
Police officer: Oh, none.
Casey: Excuse me?
Police officer: No disrespect, but the department’s got a lot of high priorities. I know you do important work, and you need your tool.
Casey: Someone could have died. If we’d been called straight to another incident …
Police officer: I get it, I get it. I’m on your side. I’m just saying how it is. These guys aren’t criminal masterminds. Eventually, they’ll get cocky, get caught, and then we’ll get your property back to you.

Chicago Fire Season 8 Quotes

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.
Casey: What?
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.

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 … 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.

Boden