Andrew Gleason: You get to solve a murder for me.
John: Murder, what murder?
Andrew Gleason: Mine. My murder.
Andrew Gleason: Doesn’t matter how many (partners) you have, you never forget your first.
John: It’s true.
Eva: I certainly won’t.
Andrew Gleason: They said you were young. You don’t look so young.
John: I got a late start.
Eva: You really are friends.
John: You sound surprised.
Eva: It gives me hope.
Omar: Like the man said, everyone wants to go to Heaven but nobody wants to die.
Viktor Brodsky: You a family man?
John: You’ve got no idea.
John: If you hadn’t saved me, they would have taken my wallet, my car keys.
Sara: Saved you, hmmm. I like the sound of that.
Nazir: It is not proper for woman to be alone with man who is not blood relative or husband.
Eva: Don’t think of me as a woman.
Nazir: That would be hard. I can smell your perfume.
Eva: Oh, don’t think of me as that. Think of me as a police officer. Think of me as a person who’s sending you back to prison.
Andrew Gleason: Everybody thinks I have both feet in the ground, instead of one.
Eva: CSU’s on their way.
John: I remember when there was no CSU.
Eva: Of course you do.
Detective Santori: My worse nightmare, a cop in prison.
Eva: The gift that keeps on giving.