Rikki: Last night was just sex. Before my son died, you were just a guy that I smiled at in the hallway and joked with at the mailboxes. What are we doing?
Danny: (cupping her face in his hands): Making each other feel better because Reuben's gone. There's nothing wrong with that. (kisses Rikki).
Rikki: Danny... One day you're gonna wake up and realize that Ruben's death wasn't your fault. Yes he was with you when he was shot but it was an accident. And me, can't you see, I'm just taking advantage of the guilt you feel so that I don't have to be alone.
Danny: I don't care. I don't care cause I just want this hurt to go away. Don't you?
(Rikki nods her head, Danny kisses her again)
Rikki: I really should go...
Danny: Ok, but this is my shirt and I'm gonna need my shirt back, okay. Before you go...
(Danny starts to unbutton the shirt and kisses her again, Rikki gives in)

Robert Costa: I'm as American as you are. Andover, Columbia undergrad, and a master's from Yale.
Flack: Yeah? Guess what? Where I come from, it still makes you a foreigner.

Roland Carson [to Mac]: I have clients coming in and out of my apartment all hours of the day, as you know. Any one of them could have walked away with that gun.
Mac Taylor: Already preparing your defense theory? A little fanciful, even for you.
Roland Carson: You think I set up the robbery? Hired former clients to have my own apartment broken into, my bodyguard shot and millions stolen from another client, then murdered my former clients with a gun that's easily traced back to me? That's what I call fanciful.
Mac Taylor: I'm not hearing a denial.

Roland Carson [to Mac]: If you come after me, I will hit you and your department with a malicious prosecution suit that'll spin your head.
Mac Taylor: I'm still not hearing a denial.

Roland Carson [to Mac]: This must be the highlight of your career, Detective... going after me.
Mac Taylor: It's not even an honourable mention.

Roland Carson: Can I have the gems back now? My client would like to take possession.
Mac: They're evidence now. Sorry.
Roland Carson: What the hell am I supposed to tell my client?
Mac Taylor: Well, you're a persuasive guy. Persuade them not to kill you.

Roland Carson: So why would I risk my life for a few bucks? I charge more an hour than you make in a week.
Mac Taylor: As an errand boy for drug dealers and thieves.

Roland Carson: Wait... where's the ring? Diamonds, emeralds. It's an heirloom. It's worth a million at least, Detective.
Mac Taylor: What you see is what we found in the trunk of Belson's car.
Roland Carson: Can't be. Maybe Belson kept it with him somehow.
Mac Taylor: Ah, they usually check prisoners for heirlooms at Rikers.
Roland Carson: It's the most important piece here.
Mac Taylor: Mr. Carson, these gems have been all over the city, in and out of many hands. The ring could've gotten lost anywhere.
Roland Carson: That's not good enough, Detective.
Mac Taylor: Sue me.

Rose Whitley: I didn't think you'd come.
Det. Mac Taylor: I'm here.
[talking to a captured counterfeiter]

Ryan Richards: Charlie died in my passenger seat. I pulled over. Sat there... for what seemed like hours. Deciding if I was capable of going through with the unthinkable.
Mac: Burning his body to make it look like your own.

Ryan Richards: I know what I did to his body is wrong, and I should be punished for that, but... I didn't kill Charlie.
Mac: Well, unfortunately, the science can't confirm that. The damage to the body was so severe that determining a definitive time and cause of death is impossible.
Ryan Richards: What... what does that mean?
Mac: Well, the D.A. will consider what we can prove, and then decide whether or not to charge you with murder.
Ryan Richards: Charlie was dead when I lit that fire. You have to believe me.
Mac: For what it's worth... I do believe you. But it's not up to me.

Sal Bovado: I swear to you, I totally forgot about that gun. I wanna make it very clear that I am not a cop killer. It was sincerly intended for anyone else but you, Officer.
[pause] That didn't come out right.

Sam Harding: (flashback, on the phonograph to Walter Jones) A sad, painful song. A song of lies and betrayal, heartbreaking. But a song can only make you feel so much. It's no substitute for real suffering. That's why I invited you to my home. Everything I worked for, you stole it and sold it to the highest bidder and kept the money. My money. Then you bought off the judge and made me look like a liar. So while you made millions, I invested my unrewarded ingenuity and hard work into making this place a lesson in pain, lies, and betrayal. You may be smart enough to steal my inventions, but let us see if you are smart enough to survive them. (Walter tries to run from the room, steps on a tile that gives way releasing the angel-wing knives, and knocking him to the floor, fatally wounded. Sam puts the broken phonograph pieces in Walters' pockets, walks out of the penthouse and locks the door as Sam dies inside)

Samantha Rogers: Why would Tony do that to me? Lie to me like that?
Don Flack: We believe his real name is Wes. He's a fugitive. Been on the run since 2002.
Samantha Rogers: For what?
Don Flack: Murder.
Samantha Rogers: He killed someone?
Don Flack: He's also wanted for kidnapping.
Samantha Rogers: Wait, you mean Madison?
Don Flack: Her real name is Olivia Dalton. She's not his daughter.
Samantha Rogers: That can't be. You should have seen them together, the way he treated her.

Sandra Polk: Demon and I had an interesting relationship. Rivals from afar, I guess you'd say. I heard what happened to him.
Lindsay: He was wearing a suit just like yours when he died. Do you have any idea where he got it?
Sandra Polk: Word got out he broke a 100 miles per hour. So I sent him a suit, along with some ceramic bearings.
Danny: It's awfully nice of you to send a gift to someone who just broke your speed record.
Sandra Polk: My record's official. His wasn't. But I was curious to see what he could do with some real gear. An even playing field.
Danny: Did you ride Graveyard night before last?
Lindsay: We walked that stretch of road. We found one of your wheels melted. It had accelerant all over it.
Danny: It's the same juice that sent Demon to hell.
Sandra Polk: All right. I went out there. My sponsors would kill me if they knew I was racing unofficially. But I just wanted to see if I could match Demon's speed on the same course... I got up to about 96. Then I flamed out.
Danny: Anyone out there to see the sparks fly?
Sandra Polk: No. I didn't want anyone to know I was there.
Lindsay: Why not?
Danny: ��Cause you were nervous that you'd lose your title, right? That prize money and endorsements on the line. You didn't want to get burned by the underdog. So you decided to burn him first and send him a spiked suit.
Sandra Polk: Look, I don't have a clue who killed Demon. But I can tell you one thing. It wasn't me. You guys think we're just a bunch of street-happy skate punks. But this sport is my life. The last thing I'm gonna do is screw it up by taking someone else's.