Mac: This guy's all banged up.
Hawkes: It's consistent with defensive injuries, but the coloration suggests they were sustained over a period of time. Could be he's just clumsy.
Mac: Or he's got a painful job.

(Danny progresses along the hallway with the help of a cane)
Adam: Race you to the end of the hallway. Oh, hey! Just a little humor there.
Danny: Yeah, well, uh, where are we at on this hotel room murder?
Adam: Well, behind door number one, we have a silver vase, champagne bottle and all the matching stemware. Behind door number two, we have a wool ski mask, presumably worn by the killer. So, what's it going to be, Messer?
Danny: It's going to be door number one.
Adam: Ah. Feeling lucky about getting some prints, huh?
Danny: No, it's just a little closer.

Hawkes: When I worked as a medical intern, we'd get these kids coming in with injuries like you wouldn't believe. Hyperextended vertebrae, cranial contusions, spiral fractures.
Stella: Football players?
Hawkes: You'd think so, but believe it or not, they were dancers.

Hawkes: It wasn't a through and through.
Stella: That's odd.
Hawkes: Yeah. But you can see the round only penetrated a few inches into the body, then stopped dead.
Hawkes: So, we have no exit wound and no bullet. Where did it go?

Mac: Did you see the paper today?
Stella: Yeah.
Mac: Adam said he saw a quiz on Facebook called: 'If you were the Compass Killer, where would you strike next?'
Stella: He told me. We're going to get this guy, Mac.

Stella: Jesse performed under the stage name 'Mechanicx'. This particular competition is known as Battle Step.
Mac: I thought this type of dancing went out with Ms. Pac-Man and the Rubik's Cube.
Stella: Definitely went underground and advanced, only to resurface with a new name. It's now called street dancing, and it's gone pro.

Stella: Our vic won first place in the singles event. Ten grand. All cash.
Mac: Everyone in that audience saw him win. Our suspect could have been there, followed Brooke and Lewis back to their hotel room.
Stella: Strange thing is, if the prize money was the motive, then why was it still there?
Mac: Why don't we ask the guy who came in second?

Dot Com: Why you asking me about Jesse? He do something wrong?
Flack: Yeah. He stepped in front of a gun while someone else was pulling the trigger.
Mac: We're thinking that someone might be you.

Dot Com: If I'm gonna kill somebody, I'll do it in the ring.
Flack: We'll see about that.

Stella: Hi, Brooke. I'm Detective Stella Bonasera with the NYPD. We believe we found the man who killed Jesse.
Brooke Hallworth: Nick?
Stella: It's very important that we get an I.D. from you.
Nick Emerson: Is this something you normally do? I mean, she just regained consciousness. Her memory's not all there yet.
Stella: Recollections from traumatic events are often most vivid just after regaining consciousness. So, yes, this is standard procedure.

Stella: The attending physician diagnosed it as a grade five concussion.
Mac: That would explain the loss of consciousness and amnesia. Even if she was staring Dot Com in the face, that memory would be wiped out of her brain.
Hawkes: She's lucky her entire life wasn't wiped away. If this had been a grade six concussion, we'd be investigating a double homicide.

Mac: Any insight from the doctors regarding her memory loss?
Stella: Yeah. Only time will tell.
Mac: Helpful.

Stella: (About Brooke Hallworth) She'll be released within 24 hours.
Mac: I know it's the last place she'd want to go, but a trip back to the crime scene might spark a memory or two.

Adam: From now on I want to be called Adam Ross Dot E-D-U (Sings) 'Cause all day long I'm giving people education. Ooh!'

Flack: This was not the first time our vic was robbed.
Danny: Yeah, I don't think you can claim New York residency unless you've been robbed twice, no?

Al Santiago: Me... me no speaky English.
Flack: Yeah, all right, you know what? Knock it off, Alice.
Al Santiago: It's Al. It's Al, scumbag.
Danny: Al Scumbag? I thought you said his name was Santiago. Yeah, right here on your rap sheet. It says your name is Alice Adrienne Santiago.
Flack: With a name like that, you probably had to mail your milk money to the school bully.
Al Santiago: It's of German descent. It means 'noble'.
Danny: Yeah, you're obviously living up to your name.
Al Santiago: Yeah, yeah. You guys are funny.

Al Santiago: So, what'd I do now?
Dannny: You know what you did: robbery, with a homicidal twist.
Al Santiago: Yeah. Yeah, that-that sounds like me.
Flack: Tell us about Jesse Lewis.
Al Santiago: You gotta give me more specifics, man. I don't know the name of every dude that I rob.

Al Santiago: First I'm gonna go on record right now and say I don't know what the hell you two idiots are talking about. And second, anybody that wears a ski mask is a punk.

Mac: Something's off, though. Based on the complaint of the first robbery, Jesse stared right at the guy. Why'd the I.D. go south?
Stella: Well, you know how unreliable eyewitnesses can be, especially when they're staring down the barrel of a gun.

Mac: SafeFire rounds. They're frangible. Designed to disintegrate on impact with hard targets.
Hawkes: So this must've cut through our vic's flesh and then broke up on impact with the underlying dense tissue, resulting in the metallic powder.

Mac: Craig Roberts?
Craig Roberts: Classes are a hundred dollars a person, no more than seven people per group. All instructors are licensed and trained in various firearms. Kill House. Nothing can touch it in terms of reality.
Mac: (Flashes his badge) Except maybe reality.
Craig Roberts: Sorry. I thought you were auditing the last class.

Stella: You think our vic was shot by his own gun?
Mac: The problem is, I don't know anyone who carries a gun for protection and loads it with practice rounds.

Hawkes: Jesse would do the dancing. Nick provided the hype. Seems that he also goes by the name of Nick 'Cool'.
(Stella chuckles)
Mac: Well, it looks like it's time to talk to Nick, see how cool he really is.

Nick Emerson: You never heard of a day gig? Means I don't have time for this.
Flack: You got a lot more time than Jesse Lewis does.

Nick Emerson: You serious, man? You want an alibi? Jesse was my best friend.
Flack: I'll also need hair and a DNA sample.

Mac: (To Nick Emerson) Sometimes the absence of evidence is the best evidence of all. We found nothing in that room indicating you were partying with Brooke and Jesse. We did find one of your hairs on the ski mask. The DNA matched back to your fingerprint.
Flack: No way to dance around that.

Nick Emerson: I killed him.
Mac: Why?
Nick Emerson: Because... Jesse asked me to do it. It's crazy. I mean, you know... (nervous laughter) ...nobody's gonna believe me. I wouldn't believe me.

Brooke Hallworth: You're telling me he planned the whole thing? You're wrong. He would never do anything like that.
Stella: He wanted there to be another robbery, another chance to protect you, to be your hero.

Nick Emerson: He told me that the ammunition was safe. Simulated rounds. That's what he called them.
Mac: And that was Jesse's fatal mistake. He gave you those rounds without realizing they could be lethal.