Chicago Fire

[In Casey's office]

Severide:
What am I doing?

Casey:
[confused] What?

Severide:
What's the purpose?

Casey:
Okay, you're gonna have to help me out here.

Severide:
This morning, the girl I had a very nice time with is in the bathroom, and I realize I can't remember her name. It is Jessica? Is it Jennifer? And so I slyly look in her purse, and see if I can find her driver's license.

Casey:
[chuckles] She caught you.

Severide:
She thought I was ripping her off.

Casey:
Noooo. Oh, so what was it? Jennifer? Jessica?

Severide:
I don't know. I don't know! I'm serious, man. What am I doing?

Casey:
Uh, everything that everyone else wishes they could do.

Severide:
You know what I felt today as I got blasted in the head by a fireball? Nothing.

Casey:
Let's get away. Boys' fishing trip someplace warm. Beers, cigars, and a boat. Get the hell out of Chicago and recharge our batteries.