Jay Halstead: [his Dad is hospitalized at Chicago Med] Pop tried to play hero. He forgot he was in his 60s with a bum ticker.
Pat Halstead: Yeah, well, this is your fault to begin with.
Jay Halstead: Me?
Pat Halstead: Yeah. Stick me in that fire trap.
Will Halstead: Pop, stop talking.
Jay Halstead: You said you liked the place.
Will Halstead: You close on the EKG?
Nurse #1: Just about.
Pat Halstead: What's the point of this?
Will Halstead: Easy. Paramedics said you were complaining of chest pain. Did you forget you had a quadruple bypass a few weeks ago? Come on, stay still.
Connor Rhodes: Hey, if it isn't my favorite patient. How you doing, Mr. Halstead?
Pat Halstead: Fine.
Connor Rhodes: So you felt some tightness in your chest, huh?
Pat Halstead: It's nothing.
Connor Rhodes: Well, you might be right. I don't see any ST elevation or depression. No left access deviation. Looks like a strong and healthy heart to me.
Pat Halstead: Yeah, good. We done?
Connor Rhodes: Nope, not yet. You still have a pretty nasty inhalation injury.
Will Halstead: Can I get a CBC, CMP, and carboxyhemoglobin?
Connor Rhodes: And add a full cardiac workup.
Maggie Lockwood: Dr. Rhodes? Dr. Choi needs a consult.
Connor Rhodes: Yeah. Mr. Halstead, a pleasure as always.
Will Halstead: Thank you, Connor.
Pat Halstead: I don't need all this.
Jay Halstead: Calm down, you're getting yourself worked up.
Pat Halstead: What do you know? You're no doctor.
Will Halstead: Pop.
Jay Halstead: Forget it.
Pat Halstead: You had no right to sell my house.
Jay Halstead: You want to talk about this again? It was a wreck. You couldn't take care of the place.
Pat Halstead: You just wanted my money.
Jay Halstead: Hey. You don't have any money, you thankless old prick! Whatever.
Will Halstead: Jay.