Mac Taylor: Get me some answers.

Mac Taylor: Here's to us. A grumpy old fireman with no personality and a... charismatic... charming cop who came together... to help to build something that will last forever.
Joe Vincent: Charismatic, my ass.

Mac Taylor: Hey, Jo.
Jo Danville: Yeah?
Mac Taylor: Measure twice, cut once.
Jo Danville: I know. I know. Look at everything again... every report, every crime scene photo. Answer's in there somewhere.

Mac Taylor: Houston, we have a problem.

Mac Taylor: How did Olivia end up in that bodega alone?
Natalie Dalton: I was more interested in getting loaded than taking care of my baby girl.

Mac Taylor: How do you kill a woman from a prison cell?

Mac Taylor: I read in your file that, uh, you adopted Ellie.
Jo Danville: What?
Mac Taylor: I read files, too, you know.

Mac Taylor: I read your preliminary report. Good job, Danny, you're on the promotion grid.
Danny Messer: I can't wrap my head around it, Mac. I mean you get up, you go to work. You see the people you know. You talk, you laugh. You're livin' your life and suddenly, boom, it's over. Just like that, and you never saw it comin'.

Mac Taylor: I received a memo from my superior officers just prior to calling this meeting. It reads as follows: 'There is no sniper.' Make no mistake about it. New York City has a sniper. And he's good.

Mac Taylor: I think we just found our prime suspect.
Don Flack: I love this job.
(viewing the store surveillance tape as a shimmer walks across the screen)

Mac Taylor: I want a last name for Wes.
Kenny Hexton: I couldn't tell you. We... we just met a couple weeks before the robbery. I barely knew that guy. After it all went south, we figured the less we knew about each other, the better.

Mac Taylor: I want the girl, Olivia. Tell me where she is.
Kenny Hexton: I don't know.
Mac Taylor: Well, then I don't know where you might end up. I'm thinking maybe, uh, New Mexico right now. How about that?

Mac Taylor: I'm going to the opera tonight. Claire, would you hand me one of those things?
Claire Taylor: No, who are you going to the opera with?
Mac Taylor: John from the Robbery Squad.
Claire Taylor: John from the Robbery Squad? You're going to the opera with John from the Robbery Squad?
Mac Taylor: Yeah, that's right, he's an opera buff. Claire, would you hand me...?
Claire Taylor: I've been asking you to take me to the opera for I... I... I don't even know how long, and now you're telling me that... (She finds two opera tickets in the cotton swabs container) Nicely done.
Mac Taylor: John from the Robbery Squad is going to be very disappointed.

Mac Taylor: I'm just imagining how cluttered that desk of yours must be now, now that you're the boss.
Jo Danville: Oh! Interim boss. It's your desk. Although I wish you could've seen their faces when I moved a few things in there. It was like I had just taken over Joe DiMaggio's locker.
(Both chuckle)

Mac Taylor: I'm sorry you had to go through that, Billy.
Billy Travers: Yeah. I get it. You were just doing your job, I guess.
Mac Taylor: You know, sometimes we lose sight of how hard it is to be called a suspect.