Mac: Your son was minutes away from testifying against you in the grand jury. I swear to God, if you had something to do with this, you better hope that somebody other than me comes to arrest your ass.
Dunbrook: (venomously) You're a piece of work, Taylor. My son was abducted at gunpoint and now you're threatening me. It's nice to know the NYPD has a victim's best interest at heart.

Marina Morton: Isabel Vaughn was a ungrateful little bitch. After all I did for her she though she could just walk away? We had a contract and it was legally binding.
Mac: So is a murder conviction.

Mr. Lesnick: (about the cache of Holocaust possessions) So, you say you found these items hidden in your murder victim's apartment?
Mac: Along with a lampshade that DNA confirms was made of human skin.
Mr. Lesnick: Comprised of various tattoos that were sewn together?
Mac: The commandant of Buchenwald's wife would order Jews to line up naked, and when she saw a tattoo she liked, she had the skin removed and tanned to be made into lamp shades for her home.
Mr. Lesnick: Two years ago, I heard about one that was traded on the black market for over $10,000

Mr. Sheridan: (admitting to killing Vince Nelson, because of the email) What was I gonna do? Get 25 to life for killing that son of a bitch? I see these perverts everyday. They waltz into my court, they get slapped on the wrist and then they go off and reoffend. The only treatment for them is death.

Mrs. Nelson: Vince was a normal guy, ok? A normal, boring, regular guy. He watched football in his underwear. He never took out the garbage unless I told him to. He forgot our anniversary year after year and tried to make up for it two days later with a bouquet of white roses. But I didn't care because he loved me.

Professor Papakota: (About Stella's mother) She was so beautiful, so talented. The painting I gave you was the last thing she worked on. I wanted you to have a part of her with you always.
(Mac is staring at Lindsay)

Sheldon: (on discovering a picture locket) Found a piece of jewellery in pretty good shape.
Sid: Based on age, I'd say they're probably the victim's parents.
Sheldon: The job never gets easier does it?
Sid: I can tell you I've been working here twenty-nine years. That's 4846 cases and names I will never forget. What gets me through are people like them. Folks who are going to be looking to me for answers.

Sid: (Allison Redman's death) I realize this is usually the part where I tell you that I found some strange, unusual, bizarre, aberrant, peculiar, idiosyncratic�� that's it, I don't have any more synonyms for strange. Wait�� weird, weird piece of evidence. But, alas, there's no Gila monster in her stomach. She simply succumbed to the bomb.
Danny is talking to Mac and gets distracted when Lindsay walks by

Sid: (standing over a decomposed body) The last 15 overdose cases Pino worked. I had them exhumed.
Mac: (taking a good look at the corpse) You're the doctor, but isn't this one a few organs short?
Sid: Two kidneys, one bladder, and a liver to be exact.
Mac: All the organs where narcotics naturally accumulate.
Sid: And each of these bodies is missing the same ones.
Mac: It appears as if Marty Pino was able to produce heroin by cutting out and processing key organs from his assigned overdose cases. He used his training and this place as his own personal heroin pipeline. Only after he lost his job and access to dead junkies, he resorted to murder. (camera pans back to reveal the room is filled with bodies)

Sid: Our victim was dying for several days before he finally expired from acute bacterial infection on that train.
Hawkes: Hang on, you're telling me that a bullet managed to hit the one man on a speeding train who was already dead?
Sid: I know. Worse odds than Atlantic City.

Sid: So, how do you feel? It's your last case, right? Then off to Montana.
Lindsay: Feels pretty good.
Sid: I bet it does. No bodies at 3 am. No double shifts with no sleep. A slice of pizza on the run.
Lindsay: Constipation, swelling in the feet. Help getting up from the chair. Constant urination. Wanna switch?
Sid: I already have all that. I just want the time off.

Sinclair: For every NYPD salary we no longer pay, we can hire three new civilians. You do the math, detective. The phrase is: bottom line. Three people for one.
Mac: If lab security is vulnerable, every piece of evidence we process can be called into question. What's the bottom line on that?
Sinclair: I understand your frustration. I get orders from the top, just like you. I don't have to like them, I just have to make them happen.

Stella Bonasera: in Greek:?? ???????? ?????? ??? ???? ???!
Transliteration: To vlammeno halase ton kafe mou!
Translation: The stupid (bird) ruined my coffee!

Stella Bonasera: Closing off the two carotid arteries stops blood flow to the brain. It takes a matter of seconds and very little pressure, Adam. It's about the position of the ligature, not the force behind it.

Stella: (about Carolyn) She is not telling the truth.
Mac: She is terrified.
Detective Gillian Whitford: She should be. You know about an hour ago this place was probably filled with at least 30 young girls just like her from all over. Eastern Europe, Latin America. They took their big dreams and now they're living a very real nightmare: they're sex slaves. Being beaten, drugged... who knows what else.