Christine Whitney: Hey, I never asked you. How did your doctor's appointment go yesterday?
Mac: He said I'm showing signs of improvement. Sailing through my tests and getting better all the time. Couldn't have done it without you.
Christine Whitney: This is nice. You, me, a quiet moment. I can see us here years from now sitting on our bench... wrinkly, gray. You'll be all crotchety, of course.
Mac: (Chuckles) What's the fun of getting older if you can't be crotchety?
(They kiss)

Flack: Ten grand was taken off of our vic.
Jo: So he was robbed.
Flack: Yeah, kinda.
Jo: How do you kinda rob someone?
Flack: You leave $5,328 behind.

Lindsay: Foot tread would indicate our vic was kicked in the chest.
Mac: Probably the force that sent him back onto the spike.
Lindsay: Yeah, it's just hard to tell if it was intentional or accidental. The blunt force trauma? Nothing accidental about that.

Flack: If a body falls in a fake forest, does it make a noise? Apparently not. Canvass of the area turned up zilch.

Flack: (About a super exclusive speakeasy) Personally, I don't get the appeal. 20 bucks for a specialty drink? Give me a beer and call it a day, thanks.

Michelle Rhodes: This isn't gonna work out.
Adam: What?
Michelle Rhodes: It's been a fun few months and you're cute and all and... mildly intellectually stimulating, but if you're gonna insist on being a morning person... then...
Adam: (Laughs) Oh, way to give a guy a heart attack.
Michelle Rhodes: (Both chuckle and kiss)
Adam: I would actually love to stimulate you with my mild intellect, but, uh... (They kiss) Uh... Oh, I can't believe I'm saying this right now. I-I gotta go. You have no idea how much I hate myself (They kiss) No idea.

Michelle Rhodes: Where are you going?
Adam: Um, Hyperion House. It's... it's a nursing home that I sometimes volunteer at.
Michelle Rhodes: Okay, now I'm overcome with regret. I knew you were one of the good ones.

Flack: Not many friendships survive going into business together.
Eli Walsh: We had our moments.

Adam: You know that kid?
Charles Ross: I thought maybe it was my son. I don't know why. He never visits. I wouldn't either, I guess. Place is disgusting. You're a good brother, Brian.
Adam: I'm...
Charles Ross: No one else visits me, just you.

(After arresting a fishmonger)
Danny: That's a catch of the day!

Flack: Petty theft, armed robbery, burglary.
Danny: You were pinched five years ago for third-degree robbery. You're out of prison for a week and you're already back at it?
Nathan Brody: I don't know what you guys are talking about.
Flack: I'll paint you a picture.

(After Danny and Flack tell him their reasons to arrest him as a suspect in a murder)
Nathan Brody: It's a pretty good theory.
Flack: A theory supported by the fact that we have your blood on our victim's watch.
Danny: Theory sound more like fact now?

Nathan Brody: What kind of place refuses business just 'cause I don't look the part?
Flack: It doesn't sound like your kind of joint.

Charles Ross: You're behind this, aren't you, Adam? I should have known! Always trying to ruin things for me!
Adam: You know who I am?
Charles Ross: Of course I do.
Adam: Look, I got a call from the cops saying they found you. I'm just gonna take you home.
Charles Ross: That's where I was trying to go before you had me hauled off. You did this!
Adam: I didn't do anything!

Charles Ross: (To Adam) You are such a disappointment! Always have been, always will be. A good-for-nothing! Trying to put me away, huh? Trying to hurt me. I haven't seen you for years, and this is when you show up? This is how you repay me?

Michelle Rhodes: What's going on? Is that guy okay?
Adam: Yeah. No. My dad has Alzheimer's.
Michelle Rhodes: What did you say?
Adam: He's my dad.

Hawkes: Hey, Jo. Turns out you were right.
Jo: Oh, I love those three words.

Jo: Cotton, indigo, foil, boric acid. Trace that Sid collected from the wound of our vic.
Hawkes: Okay. Uh, cotton and indigo... sounds like denim. Foil... but boric acid?
Jo: Okay, usually used as an antiseptic, insecticide, flame-retardant, lubricant.
Hawkes: Any number of things.
Jo: (Joking) Uh! I expected so much more from you.

Charles Ross: You know, you remind me of my boy? Sweet. But, uh... a little soft. I try to toughen him up. Yeah.
Adam: Who am I?
Charles Ross: What kind of question is that?
Adam: It's so frustrating, how I... I have you for five minutes, and then I lose you again. Who am I? Say my name.
Charles Ross: Brian.

Danny: (Faking an English accent) I'd like a martini, shaken, not stirred.
Lindsay: Yeah, and preferably one with ethanol.
Danny: Not that I don't like an excuse to come see you, babe, but what's up?

Danny: (To Lindsay, after she's proven that the bar serves methanol) I love it when you talk sciencey to me, baby.

Danny: So this is a modern-day bootlegging operation going on.
Lindsay: Yeah, only during Prohibition people were so desperate they were drinking pure ethyl alcohol. That's like swigging aftershave.

Lindsay: If it didn't kill him, it could be what got him killed.

Lindsay: Votova Vodka? You want to pass off fake vodka as legit, I'd come up with a better name.

Flack: Between us, the Feds, ICC and ATF, you're screwed, my man.

Jimmy Batts: I'm scamming no one. Running a business is expensive. Clearly, they're looking to cut corners.
Flack: And you were happy to oblige.
Jimmy Batts: That's usually what you do when you run a business.

Charles Ross: There was Dad. Oh, man, was he pissed. Remember that? He was some new shade of red I'd never seen before. And it wasn't the belt. Or the spoon. Not that time. Man, he was pissed.
Adam: He broke your arm?
Charles Ross: Yeah.

(After listening to his father tell how his father broke his arm one day)
Adam: Why did you let him hurt you?
Charles Ross: What were we, like 15? What choice did I have?
Adam: I mean... did... did he do it to you often?
Charles Ross: Oh, come on. You don't want to relive that stuff.
Adam: I relive it every day. I tried for so long to forget about everything you did to me. Don't you remember?
Charles Ross: No, I... that was Dad, that wasn't me.
Adam: You are my dad. You kicked the crap out of me. Look at me. You look at me. You tell me you remember.
Charles Ross: No, you must have me confused with someone else.

Flack: $10,000. Scary to think what some people would do for that kind of money.
Mac: In your case, you killed for it.
Nathan Brody: Look, I already told you what happened, all right?
Flack: Yeah, yeah, yeah. That was part one of a two-part tale.

Nathan Brody: I searched him... found the deposit bag, took my money back.
Mac: It wasn't yours to begin with.
Nathan Brody: Think what you want... but that money was my hope to start over. A hope to meet my kid. He was born four months after I went in.
Flack: Yo, you were gonna start over with stolen money?

(To Nathan Brody)
Flack: The sins of the father are the shackles worn by their children.
Mac: Let's hope your son is able to break free.

Adam: I only stood up to my dad once. I was 15. And he, he just got home from work. My mom was cooking dinner in the kitchen. He started hassling her... verbally. Then he pushed her hard against the wall and shattered this picture frame. My mom starts to cry. And I could, I could hear from the living room. Then he started to hit her. And I, I just... I couldn't listen to her cry anymore. So I got up and I grabbed a piece of broken glass off the floor and... I yelled at him to get off her. And I said: If you ever hurt me or her again I will kill you.

Mac: Why do you go visit him?
Adam: I'm his son. I feel obligated.

Adam: It's just not fair, you know? He doesn't remember anything... anything that he did to me. And I remember every curse, every smack, every bruise. Everything. I remember all of it.
Mac: You want an acknowledgement. Or an apology but with his fleeting memory you can't have that.
Adam: I look at him now, and he's old... and sick. And I feel nothing. And it scares me. I mean, what does that say about me as a person? You know, you're supposed... you're supposed to love your parents. So... I guess I go because I want to... I want to feel something.
Mac: It looks like you feel something now. Holding onto the anger isn't gonna help you.

Adam: It's so crazy, you know? I've learned more about him now since he's been sick than when he was normal. Turns out, he's just another case of history repeating itself, you know? He was a victim, too.
Mac: A little forgiveness... you can move on.
Adam: Maybe.
Mac: Not just for him, Adam, for you.

Adam: Ah, man, uh, I'm gonna regret saying this, but I totally understand if you want to walk away from this. No hard feelings.
Michelle Rhodes: I'm here, aren't I?
Adam: I know, I just... you have to deal with all this baggage.
Michelle Rhodes: We all have baggage. You just have to find someone who you want to help you carry it. I'm applying for the job.