Mac: During the Black Plague, perfumed flowers were stuffed in the pockets of those who perished, to mask the smell of death.
Danny: So that would make this�� pocketful of posies, ashes, ashes.
Mac: We all fall down.

Mac: Eckhart was supposed to meet his wife at Lincoln Center after work.
Stella: But when he was running late, he told her to go to the surveyor's office instead.
Mac: Figured if they were going to miss the show, they might as well be together.
Danny: So, he blamed himself as much as everyone else.
Lindsay: Maybe more.
Hawkes: Each man is the architect of his own fate.
Stella: And sometimes the fate of others.

Mac: Every single police officer in this city devotes their life to the protection of the people who live here.
Dunbrook: Really? Besides the ones that are sitting in their asses right now?
Mac: I respect everyone who stands behind their convictions, but I can not stand men who are motivated purely by greed and the destruction of others.

Mac: Excuse me, are you Ryan Knight?
Ryan Knight: No, I'm -- [swings duffle bag at Mac's head, then runs, only to be knocked down by Lindsay and cuffed by Mac]
Mac: What do they feed you up there in Montana?

Mac: Full military honours for Private Hunt's funeral. He and his family will get the dignified closure they deserve.
Jo: While I don't condone Ryan Richards' choices, I do understand why he made them. Love just makes you do crazy things.
Mac: Well, sometimes I think that's just an excuse for bad behavior.
Jo: Oh, I don't know, Mac. When it comes to matters of the heart, I've had my share of temporary insanity.
Mac: Maybe I have, too.

Mac: Have you talked to Sheldon?
Stella: I'm... I'm not sure what to say. Guess my expectations are too high.
Mac: What do you mean?
Stella: Hawkes is a brilliant former surgeon. And that being said, I know that he couldn't have saved Martin Stafford's life if he had tried. But what's bugging me is I don't understand why he didn't know more was wrong with him. Why he didn't see the symptoms, why he didn't tell us everything at the crime scene.
Mac: I've been asking myself those questions. When Hawkes told me what happened, I was angry, but I resisted giving him a lecture or threatening modified duty, because... it was Sheldon. All I kept thinking was, this isn't like him. It wasn't like him at all. I suppose we do expect a lot out of each other.
Stella: (sighing) Is that bad?
Mac: No.

Mac: Hey, let's be clear. Part of me wants to take this badge off and settle this another way.
Flack: Get out of my face.
Mac: (runs him against the wall) Hey! We're in the middle of a murder investigation and you go AWOL?!?
Flack: I can handle myself.
Mac: Oh, yeah? Is that what you're doing here in this apartment? (pulls out Flack's gun) Is that why I had to get this from Terrence? Is that why I had to have Stella triangulate your phone and Danny check the ERs to see if you turned up dead? You can keep telling people that you're fine, but that won't work.

Mac: His belt's undone.
Stella: The woman in heels either knew him or was about to.

Mac: How did you get up here?
Jennifer Walsh: I took your advice and called the Public lnformation Office. They were surprisingly accommodating when I dropped your name.
Mac: The flowers are beautiful but I can't accept them.
Jennifer Walsh: Well, I'm sure whoever sent them will be devastated.
Mac: You didn't send these?
Jennifer Walsh: (Chuckles) Flowers aren't my style. If I was gonna bribe you, I'd offer a tub of popcorn and court side Knicks tickets.

Mac: How much did you pay her?
Senator Matthews: I'm a United States Senator!
Mac: How much did you pay her to frame John Curtis for rape?
Senator Matthews: Yes, add that to my... my list of felonies. I'm going to ask you to leave now.
Mac: And I'll come back with a warrant.

Mac: How you feeling?
James Roberts: Guilty. Like... this is all my fault. My best friends are all dead because of me.
Mac: That's not true, James. This is life. It throws things at you. Some good, some bad. No one could have predicted what happened, not even if you're Albert Einstein.

Mac: I don't believe that for a second.
Vincent: That's 'cause you're a cop.
Stella Bonasera: No. It's because people lie.

Mac: I hate zombies.
Stella: Yeah, they spoil all the fun, don't they?

Mac: I'm glad you stayed.
Stella Bonasera: That's what we do; we take care of each other.

Mac: I'm going to go get Grace Chandler. Stella, you go get Sam Baker, get him out of lockup, and bring him down to Interrogation. You two pick up Debbie Fallon, get her over to the precinct.
Stella: What's going on?
Mac: We got ourselves a triangle. Except it doesn't involve love. It involves murder.