Det. Mike Logan: Praise the Lord, pass the ammunition.
Abbie Carmichael: Ugh. Doctors. I can't believe my mother wanted me to marry one.
Sergeant Max Greevey: Patient is dead. But don't worry, the doctor is fine.
Capt. Donald Cragen: What'd he say?
Det. Mike Logan: He told us to go to hell.
Capt. Donald Cragen: Well, at least he's got a way with words.
Det. Lennie Briscoe: I want to go to law school so I can learn how to turn gold into lead.
A.D.A. Paul Robinette: Could be he's lucky.
Capt. Donald Cragen: Could be next week I'll be doing shampoo commercials.
Lt. Anita Van Buren: It wasn't the eighteen floors from the window to the street that killed her, it was the sudden stop.
Adam Schiff: Always think you have a smoking gun, till the smoke blows in your face.
Det. Mike Logan: Interviewing suspect: When is your birthday?
Suspect: March 20.
Det. Mike Logan: What year?
Suspect: Every year. I have a birthday every year.
Ben Stone: I'm not the one on trial here, and I'm the one who asks the questions.
ADA Jack McCoy: Sometimes Lennie Briscoe doesn't hit it out of the park.
Adam Schiff: A motive pulled straight from the tabloids. And what about means and opportunity? Are you getting that from comic books?
Adam Schiff: I wouldn't count your chickens. Your omelet just hit the fan.
Arraignment judge: Life is beautiful. All God's children are innocent.
Det. Mike Logan: That really frosts my cookies.
Jack McCoy: You son of a bitch! You played me.
Adam Schiff: Flipped a coin in my head. Came up tails. Talk to the boy.
ADA Jack McCoy: If that's the way you feel, Danielle, move to suppress.
Danielle Melnick: Right. Judge Logan's gonna rule fisa violates the Fourth Amendment. How many beers have you had?
Det. Lennie Briscoe: We got a hit on the fake fur.
Det. Rey Curtis: Yeah, you'll never guess what they make them out of.
Lt. Anita Van Buren: Recycled soda bottles. What else did you find out?
Detective Lennie Briscoe: We had a deal, you son of a bitch.
