Marty Bosch: Yesterday was my 21st birthday. Some friends, they... they took me to Dutton's Tavern to celebrate.
Flack: Let me guess... part of this celebration included you doing 21 shots?
Marty Bosch: I did the first ten without a problem. After that, things get a little sketchy.

Marty: I'd say your debutante's been dead about 6 hours.
Stella: Debutante?
Marty: I didn't find any lines on her finger to indicate she was wearing an engangement or marriage ring, plus take in her age, dress, time of year, it all equals debutante season.
Stella: Don't tell me. You were an escort?
Marty: I attended a debutante ball. [pause] I was waiting tables.

McCanna Boyd Taylor: New York City Police Department's the best in the country. You've had your war, son. Take the job.
Mac: Dad...
McCanna Boyd Taylor: Claire's from New York, huh? She has family there. You're gonna need their help when... babies start coming.
Mac: (almost laughing) Whoa, Dad. We just got married. And I was thinking that maybe I'd... if I do retire, maybe I'd move back to Chicago for a while.
McCanna Boyd Taylor: No, son. There's no need for you to be here. I've had a good life. You need to live yours.
Mac: Dad...
McCanna Boyd Taylor: You've served... your country, Mac. Pick up the phone. Make the call. Take the job. Promise me... you'll make the call.
Mac: I promise.

Melodee Constanza: He's dead?
Detective Danny Messer: Yeah, he's dead.
Melodee Constanza: You sure about that?
Detective Danny Messer: Very sure.
Melodee Constanza: You just made my whole day. No, my year.
Detective Danny Messer: Oh, well I'm glad to help

Mitch: ...clothes on her back, food in her mouth, and she runs away? Huh?! That's how she repays me?!
Don Flack: Settle down, Mother Theresa.

Moody: I'm all about the business.
Stella: That's right, loan shark, drugs, gambling, fencing stolen goods, how much was Chopper Tevis in to you for?
Moody: Interests mount up.
Flack: The only things mounting up in your world, brother, are charges.

Mr. Lesnick: (about the cache of Holocaust possessions) So, you say you found these items hidden in your murder victim's apartment?
Mac: Along with a lampshade that DNA confirms was made of human skin.
Mr. Lesnick: Comprised of various tattoos that were sewn together?
Mac: The commandant of Buchenwald's wife would order Jews to line up naked, and when she saw a tattoo she liked, she had the skin removed and tanned to be made into lamp shades for her home.
Mr. Lesnick: Two years ago, I heard about one that was traded on the black market for over $10,000

Mr. Sheridan: (admitting to killing Vince Nelson, because of the email) What was I gonna do? Get 25 to life for killing that son of a bitch? I see these perverts everyday. They waltz into my court, they get slapped on the wrist and then they go off and reoffend. The only treatment for them is death.

Mr. Szabo: Come on, do you really think I'm going to kill someone over a city contract?
Flack: Worth close to five million dollars? Yeah, I do.
Mac: So will a jury.
Mr. Szabo: I've been a dedicated city employee for twelve years. You'd think when I try to branch out a little, start my own company, those years would count for something. You know what? It didn't count for squat. City went with low-bid, like they always do...is that fair?
Mac: A woman lost her life inside that bathroom because of your reckless abandon and your greed. You want to talk about fair? Go talk to her family.

Mrs. Anderson: (to Flack about her son Craig) His first words were Bird and McHale.
Don Flack: Mine were cookie and cake.

Mrs. Harris: I know Sam's a witness and you need his help, but he just lost his father, and now his brother's here in the hospital, and... he's just a kid. He can't handle all these questions. I think he needs a break right now.

Mrs. Nelson: Vince was a normal guy, ok? A normal, boring, regular guy. He watched football in his underwear. He never took out the garbage unless I told him to. He forgot our anniversary year after year and tried to make up for it two days later with a bouquet of white roses. But I didn't care because he loved me.

Natalie Dalton: I suppose you read the reports... the... the ones that the police made that night. I was a different person back then.
Mac Taylor: Ms. Dalton, I'm not here to judge you. Based on what I've read here, you're a mother who's never given up hope, and I admire that.

Natalie Dalton: Thank you. Both of you for all that you've done. (Jo motions for Natalie to go join Olivia) Is... is that her? (She peers inside the office) She's beautiful. Can I go...?
Mac Taylor: Of course you can. You're her mother.

Natalie Dalton: You've been looking for these men for nine years. What makes you think you're going to find them now?
Mac Taylor: Olivia.