- Randall McHolland: Hey, guys.
- Matthew Casey: Hey.
- Christopher Herrmann: Hey. How's it going?
- Kelly Severide: Not good. You guys?
- Christopher Herrmann: They got us up at Firehouse 90. Nothing but a bunch of mopes and hang-dogs.
- Randall McHolland: I think it might be purgatory. Just a bunch of guys who are dead and don't even know it.
- Christopher Herrmann: Hey, then what are we?
- Randall McHolland: I got both eyes open is all I'm saying.
- Gabriela Dawson: Well, at least you're not riding with Chout for 24 hours. It's like sunshine overload.
- Christopher Herrmann: Lieutenant, you gotta do something. This is not how I wanted my career to end.
- Matthew Casey: Yeah, we're working on it.
- Christopher Herrmann: How?
- Gabriela Dawson: So how's your partner?
- Sylvie Brett: Well, I just close my eyes and I whisper to myself: "It's all gonna be okay. It's all gonna be okay." You?
- Gabriela Dawson: Well, I got Chout. Yeah. It's like a unicorn mixed with a rainbow mixed with a dolphin drunk on Red Bull and Mountain Dew.
- Stella Kidd: Ooh.
- Gabriela Dawson: It's kind of adorable, actually.
- Gabriela Dawson: [Sneaks into Casey's office] Pull the blinds! Pull the blinds!
- Matthew Casey: What?
- Gabriela Dawson: I'm hiding from Chout. I mean, there's only so much pep one can take before noon. I just need, like, five minutes of alone time to get my head in the game and...
- [Alarm sounds]
- Gabriela Dawson: No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
- Alarm voice: Ambulance 61, kitchen accident...
- Gabriela Dawson: Aaaaahhhh!
- Chout: [From outside Casey's office] That's us, Dawson. Up and at 'em! Let's go.