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 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.

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

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?

Lindsay: 10 percent chance of walking? You told me it was 60.
Danny: I just didn't want to scare you.
Lindsay: You know what scares me, Danny? It's the fact that you think you need to lie to me.

Lindsay: Turns out our vic was killed by a VIC engine.

Lindsay: (answering her phone) Lindsay Messer.
Danny: Hey babe, it's me.
Lindsay: Are you still at the acupuncture studio?
Danny: Yeah, no, I'm still here and, erm, I think somebody just lifted my wallet.
Lindsay: Are you sure you had it with you?
Danny: (getting anxious) No, no, I'm sure it was in here. They got everything... I mean, M-my-my-my wallet, my-my cards, my money, even my grandfather's dog tags. My badge.
Lindsay: Can you talk to the owner? Maybe he saw something.
Danny: They got my badge, Lindsay, what am I going to do?
Lindsay: All right, look, we'll find it, Danny, okay? Don't beat yourself up. Just come back here, we'll figure something out.

Lindsay: (as she sees Danny doing pull ups) Danny! What are you doing?
Danny: Processing the vic's phone.
Lindsay: Oh, of course. What was I thinking?
Danny: Flack had the vic's phone pinged. We found it in a dumpster. Waiting on DNA results from the trace I found. I figured I'd get a little pump in.
Lindsay: Don't you have physical therapy today?
Danny: Yeah, yeah, so I'm getting ready for it. (as she just looks at him) What? You see Lucy lately, huh? She's standing up in her crib, cruising along the walls of the apartment. She's gonna walk soon, Lindsay.
Lindsay: Danny, please tell me you're not competing with our ten-month-old daughter.
Danny: No, I'm not competing with our daughter. All right? I'm just sick and tired of being in this chair. I want to run through Central Park with my daughter on my shoulders, okay? I want to chase down boys who try to hit on her. I want to dance with you and her at her wedding. So, if you don't mind... (preparing for another round)
Lindsay: (placing her hands at the sides of his neck, caressing it, and leaning in) I don't mind at all.

Lindsay: (enters the locker room to see Danny with a back support under his shirts) What is that?
Danny: Nothing. Just precautionary. My back's been acting up. Probably just pulled something.
Lindsay: When?
Danny: A few weeks ago, when Flack and I were chasing Hollis Eckhart.
Lindsay: You know, Danny? Maybe you came back to work too soon.
Danny: And what are our other options, Linds? I take any more sick days, they'll force a medical leave on me.
Lindsay: Well, look on the bright side. You'd get to spend more time with Lucy. You are her favourite.
Danny: (swallows a pill) It'll be fine (leans forward and kisses the corner of her mouth) Don't worry about it.

Lindsay: (rushing into the lab) Sorry I'm late. The sitter was stuck in traffic.
Hawkes: (looking at her t-shirt) Whitesnake, huh?
Lindsay: Baby throw up on everything else.

Lindsay: Now don't get too comfortable in that chair.
Danny: Well, it's been a month and I haven't felt a thing. Nothing, no movement, no tingling. Nothing.
Lindsay: Danny, you gotta be patient.
Danny: We gotta start thinking that this might be the way it is, is what we gotta do.
Lindsay: Doctor said there's no permanent damage to your spine. Inflammation from the gunshot wound is causing temporary paralysis.
Danny: Yeah, but how do you forget the words like 'more than likely, best case scenario, 60% chance of recovery'? How do you do that?
Lindsay: Well, for one, I'm an optimist. For another if you don't recover, I'm going to kick your butt.

Lindsay: What are you thinking?
Danny: (eyes a stained Hawaiian hula-doll on the dashboard) Besides the fact that you and I have never had a honeymoon, I'm thinking that might be blood.

Lisa Williams: Is this the part where I look at the bloody crime scene photo, break down in tears and confess to murder?
Flack: Only if you did it.

Mac Taylor: Do you know this man?
Dot-com: Yeah, that's Jesse Lewis. Why, did he do something wrong?
Don Flack: Yeah. He stepped in front of a gun while somebody else was pulling the trigger.

Mac [to Sam Harris]: The man who took your brother's watch, it was this man, wasn't it? (shows Sam a picture of Johnny Cook)
Sam Harris: Yeah, that's him. He stole it three days ago.
Flack: That's why you created his face for the composite sketch, as opposed to the guy who really shot your brother, Troy Castro?
Sam Harris: I was scared that if I described the man who shot Nicky, you guys would find out we robbed the bank.