Hawkes: The fatal shot to the head was an act of mercy after the beating he took.

Hawkes: The stria on the slug that was lodged in Nicky's backpack matches Castro's gun.
Stella: Well, if Castro shot Nicky, then how did Johnny Cook's DNA end up under his fingernails?

Hawkes: These what I think they are?
Danny: Yeah, serial killer trading cards. Who needs Mickey Mantle when you have Ted Bundy, right?

Hawkes: This wasn't about Sweet 16, this was about outdoing the Jones'.

Hawkes: What kept it burning for so long?
Sid: I'd offer the wick effect.
Hawkes: Right. Where clothing acts like the wick of a candle turned inside-out.
Sid: Feeding the flames a continuous supply of fuel in the form of melting human fat. It's particularly effective.
Hawkes: And particularly disgusting.

Hawkes: You got plenty of time on this name search. I mean, the kid's not even here yet. My mom and dad waited six weeks after I was born to name me.
Danny: Oh, they waited six weeks to name you Sheldon?
Hawkes: Yeah. What's wrong with that?
Danny: No, that's cool. That's a great name. I'll see you later, Sheldon.

Hawkes: You want Gina to participate in the reconstruction? That would mean taking her home, back to the crime scene.
Mac: Gina heard every detail of that crime scene through her body, which makes her our best witness.

Hawkes: Your Web site says that you offer soil samples from Lambert Jones' backyard, where he supposedly buried his victims.
Kelly Rose: As a matter of fact, we do, and for an extra five bucks, I will gift wrap the Lambert dirt for you.
Hawkes: Lambert dirt.
Kelly Rose: Need I remind you, it is not illegal to sell dirt.
Danny: No, it's just immoral and kind of despicable, not for nothing.

Hazel Ortega [to Flack]: I didn't kill him.
Don Flack: You know, these talks would go a lot better if you weren't packing a 45, which is the same calibre used to kill Torres, by the way.

Hazel Ortega: Where I grew up, there's a saying: people who see but keep their mouths shut are the ones who live.

Henry Darius: Detective Taylor I'm impressed you went through all the trouble.
Det. Mac Taylor: Been busy Henry. Here, Miami.
Henry Darius: You said you'd help me. You offered me a deal if I confessed. Those three nurses in Midtown. I sat in your interview room and I told you everything.
Det. Mac Taylor: Except why?
Henry Darius: I was hoping you'd tell me. You're the only one who knows I can't control it.

Holocaust Survivor: I was sleeping on the floor, I don't know for how many days. When he woke me, I got scared. I thought he was one of the camp soldiers. The SS all knew the war was ending and they tried to eliminate as many Jews as they could. But there was something different about this man standing over me. I could see it in his eyes and his uniform. He was an American. So young. I could tell the sight of me was too much. I was bald, maybe 80 pounds. But this man, he was careful not to look as horrified as I'm sure he was. He wanted me to come with him, but my legs just wouldn't move. I was too weak, so he carried me out of the barracks and he gave me his jacket, something to eat, a Hershey bar. I took one bite, and that was all my empty stomach could handle. But nothing has ever tasted better. His goodness put back a little of the faith I have lost. My grandchildren put back the rest.
Interviewer: And what was his name?
Holocaust Survivor: Taylor. Private Mackenna Boyd Taylor.

Horatio Caine: Last thing Darius said in Miami, he was coming to New York to make things right.
Stella Bonasera: [Looking at Alexa's body] Think he has?
Mac Taylor: Not even close.

Horatio: That is a stria match.
Stella: The bullets are lining up like the Rockettes at Christmas.

J.J. Huntsville: She was mostly in the shadows. She had great legs though. And the outfit she had on could fit in a martini glass.