Joe Vincent: When my son Jimmy got on the PD, he was assigned to this precinct. The two of us would meet here every Sunday morning for breakfast. For the past ten years, uh, every Sunday I go to Mass and... then come back here to this counter alone. I... try to remember his voice... the cop-fireman banter, the love, respect we had for one another. Every Sunday that goes by, memory fades a bit. But... this is how I want to remember him.
Mac Taylor: Well, that's why we're doing this project, right, Joe? Keep those memories alive. And, uh... while I hate to admit it... it's been a real honour working with you on this project. I feel like I've found a friend for life.

Joe Vincent: You lost your wife, I lost my son. It is what it is. There is no good way to let go of that.
Mac Taylor: We were both down there on that pile, Joe. Digging, searching, hoping. When we first met, I remember you telling me how moved you were at seeing some of the same faces, day in and day out, down there at the site. Everybody coming together to pitch in and help out. How inspired you were that so much evil and pain could be channeled into so much good. Celebrate that. Share that. You said you did it for the families. You're one of the families, too, Joe. Don't forget that.

John Cook: You can run your little game on me all day long. All you got is what? Possession of stolen property and some kid who needs to wash his hands a little better.
Mac: You just better hope that little boy doesn't die.
Stella: Cocky bastard.
Flack: Well, he's been in that chair before. He knows the drill.

John Curtis: (To Jo) You know how some experts say that sick people... people like me, you know, that ultimately, we want to be caught? That the mistakes we make are intentional. Or that we stray from some particular course of action because we like the risk? Those experts are morons. I have no intention of being caught.

John Curtis: (To Jo) You were so close, you could taste it. You had a victim who suffered increased violence, who had GHB in her system and just enough memory to remember my name. You were so close to being able to lay your head down on your pillow and forget me forever but your star witness turned out to be a fraud.

John Curtis: Beg me not to kill you. Come on, I want to hear you say it.
Jo: Never! (Spits)
John Curtis: Attagirl. You never did know when to give up, did you?

John Curtis: Did you come here to gloat?
Jo: I wish I could gloat. I wish I could take great pleasure in seeing you sit here in this cell. But that would be at the expense of Ali Rand and the horrible way you made her suffer. My pleasure will have to wait until I hear the guilty verdict read at your trial.
John Curtis: I wouldn't be so quick to convict me... just yet.

John Hayes: Still browsing?
Danny Messer: How much are they?
John Hayes: $29 a piece
Danny Messer (snorts) I think we'll stick to Barney's!

John Hayes: [to Mac and Danny] All right, so you two are the smart cops.
Danny Messer: Yeah, somewhere along the way we learned to read.

John James: I didn't kill anyone. "Inhumanity" is authentic, 100 percent.
Danny: Well, it's 100 percent mine now. Sorry.

John Simmons: That s.o.b. took my money! He invested the employees' pension, and he lost it all. We trusted him! I don't have anything. I don't have a damn thing left after all those years.
Mac: Look at me. This isn't the way to fix it.
John Simmons: What? You gonna tell me that you understand? You can't understand. You can't possibly understand.
Hawkes: I do! 'Cause a month ago, I lost everything, too. I trusted someone with my money just like you did. A money manager who turned out to be a scam artist. Now I'm living with friends. Spending my nights out, begging for overtime, but mostly, I just sit there wondering what the hell happened. And the worst about all this is that it changed me, and I don't like what I've become. The secrets I've kept, and the pride that forced me to lie to my friends and treat people unkind.

Jordan: I'm not trying to give you a hard time here, Stella. Don't make me the villain. I'm on your side. I just wish you were on mine.
Stella: What's that supposed to mean?
Jordan: Why am I the last to know that Reed is practically Mac's son?
Stella: It wasn't my place to share that information.

Joseph Vance: I'm deeply disturbed... by Estelle's death.
Mac Taylor: You're deeply disturbed. I'll give you that.

Judge Corsica: It cost us 1,500 bucks to get that ambulance chaser to go away.
James Nelson: That was money well spent. Made us much more careful who we do our business with.

Judge: What you're telling me pertains to evidence that you and your investigators collected and analyzed.
Stella: I'm well aware of that.
Judge: And this could not have waited until after the defendant was remanded?
Stella: With all due respect, your honour... would you prefer to make rulings without prior knowledge of all the facts?
Judge: If what you just told me goes on record, Antonio Reyes could walk out onto the street, free to do more harm. Are you prepared to live with the potential consequences of that? Are you, detective?