Ironside: (holding Fran's hand at the hospital while she lies unconscious from a vicious attack, remembering when he first met her) Who let an underage kid like you through the police academy?
Fran: I'm not underage.
Ironside: Well, you're acting it. From now on you're to keep out of it. Leave it to professional hands.
Fran: I am professional.
Ironside: I should have said experienced professional hands.
Fran: You're not my boss.
(Ironside remembers more Fran moments from the past)
Fran: Chief Ironside.
Ironside: Officer Belding, what a pleasant surprise.
Fran: Surprise? You requested my transfer!
Ironside: I'm surprised you're here so soon.
Fran: I asked if this was a permanent assignment and nobody seems to know.
Ironside: Well, let's just say you'll be here as long as we need you.
Fran: Sir, I would like to make an official request to be returned to my former duty.
Ironside: Request denied, now stop acting like a tin soldier.