Jack: Fire department!

Mike: Engine 33 is the busiest and most disciplined firehouse in the city. No room for slackers. You got that?

Jack: Bless me father for I have sinned. It's been seven years since my last confession.
Lenny: Seven years is a long time.
Jack: Yes, father.
Lenny: All right, where do we start; theft, robbery, fraud, taxes?
Jack: Well, you know...
Lenny: Taxes?, Always taxes... How about sex? Impure thoughts?
Jack: Well yes, quite a bit.
Lenny: Try to cut back. Are you married?
Jack: No.
Lenny: Are you a virgin?
Jack: No, father.
Lenny: Well, you think its funny to fornicate with loose women?
Jack: What? *smiles* wait a minute...

Linda: So, you guys usually pick up girls in the supermarket for fun, or...?
Jack: Well, usually I just throw 'em over my shoulder and carry 'em down a ladder.
Linda: Sort of a tarzan/jane thing?

Linda: Do you like what you do?
Jack: Yeah, I love it.
Linda: Yeah? Why?
Jack: Because you'll just be sittin' around like this and all of a sudden that gong goes off. You go tearing out of the firehouse, go down the street, and fight your way into some building dealing with that heat, helping people, you know, saving people. It's an amazing feeling.

Linda: Last one to empty their glasses runs naked around the bar. *a few seconds later* I said last to empty their glass. Did I say anything about drinking it?

Mike: Your husband is an excellent firefighter.
Linda: Look after him for me, will you?
Mike: I'll help him look after himself.
Linda: Even better.

Jack: Linda, what is wrong?
Linda: I saw you on the news, Jack, dangling from a rope! How could you tell me that it's not dangerous?
Jack: I never said it wasn't dangerous.
Linda: When we talked about it, I asked you and you said it wasn't dangerous.
Jack: I said it wasn't any more dangerous than being on the engine! I never said it wasn't dangerous!
Linda: Do... do... do you see me right now? Do you? 'Cos this isn't just about us. Have you thought about that? *Jack approaches her* Don't. Don't.
Jack: *whispers* I'm sorry.
Linda: I'm scared. I can't sleep. I keep having that dream about the red car turning up in front of the house when you don't come home. *Jack gets closer to her* Don't.
Jack: I saved that man today.
Linda: You ever consider baby-sitting full-time?
Mike: What do you think I do at eh firehouse?

Jack: You know, Mike asked me tonight if I loved the job like I did before, and for the first time in my life, I didn't know what to say.

Jack: Tell Linda I love her... That I've loved her from the second I saw her.