Elizabeth and Dickie Stabler turn eight on February 21, 2001 in this episode.
Goof: The 16th precinct appears nowhere on the map of NYPD precincts the squad uses to track the kidnapper's movements.
Goof: While Munch and Fin question the first guy outside of the shop, if you look in the truck's rear view mirror you can see the boom mic while they're talking
(The captain finds the squad room in a terrible mess.)
Don Cragen: Damn it! This place is a pigsty!
Olivia Benson: You're the one who said no janitors.
Don Cragen: (sarcastically) Oh, thanks, Olivia. It's my fault.
(Emerging from the bathroom stall to find Munch, Fin, Stabler and Benson waiting for him.)
Cragen: I'm not tipping all of you.
(Walking out on the street.)
Elliot Stabler: Damn it, it's the twins' birthday. I never picked up their present.
Olivia Benson: Well, I think you have an excuse.
Elliot Stabler: Yeah, you come talk to me after you cancel on Michael again tonight.
(Benson has given up on finding the victim and is arguing with Stabler.)
Donald Cragen: Get a few minutes of rack time, both of you!
Elliot Stabler: Take a nap. I'll let you know how it turns out.
Olivia Benson: Screw you.
Elliot Stabler: Screw you.
Captain Cragen: (to Benson) You, go out and get some fresh air. Elliot, talk to your wife.
Elliot Stabler: You want us to go to Queens? I live in Queens. You know how long it's gonna take us?
Donald Cragen: Not as long as it's gonna take them to get their asses down here.
Elliot Stabler: Good point.
Charlie Phillips: All those other mothers want him dead. The city wants him dead. Even protesters against the death penalty want to see this guy dead.
Olivia Benson: I've read the same paragraph five times and I still have no idea what it says.
Elliot Stabler: Pick up the phone.
John Munch: The wacko on line one or the psychotic on line two?
Elliot Stabler: While we're there, remind me to get party tape for the twins' birthday party. I don't want to have to use crime scene tape.
Olivia Benson: (pounds the table in frustration) Look! I know we're on your turf, and I would be prickly about it, too. That's why I had every intention of coming down here, and shmoozing, and kissing a little ass! But we have got a ticking clock, do you understand? My partner and I have been on this case for three days straight, and we're too damn tired to get in a pissing match, so we just need to know if you're gonna help us or not!
Saul Garner: What if he shoots me?
John Munch: I'll live.
Olivia Benson: We're positive it's him?
John Munch: Unless there's a white-van-driving, dentally-challenged, pedophile convention in town, I'd say yes.
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