- [Detective Mac Taylor has been trying to delay surgery on a horse to remove a sniper's bullet, hoping extra hours will give the horse more strength to survive]
- Stella Bonasera: Where's the bullet from the horse?
- Det. Mac Taylor: Still in the horse.
- Stella Bonasera: Forgive me, but taking the bullet out of the horse is the first thing that should've been done.
- Det. Mac Taylor: [testily] And you should be searching Jerald Brown's house for the weapon instead of arguing with me. We need the bullet and the weapon to make an arrest. Plain and simple, Stella. Until then, the horse can stay alive a couple more hours. It's my call. End of conversation.
- [Stella leaves to search the house. She returns after finding a weapon]
- Stella Bonasera: [testily] In Stella talk, it's time to get the bullet out of the horse, Mac. End of conversation.
- Jerald Brown: Willie and I just picked any pig cop. An eye for an eye.
- Det. Mac Taylor: You shot a New York City police officer. He wasn't just a cop, he was somebody's son. He made somebody proud at home. When you shot him through the back, you shot those people through the heart.
- [Mac stands up]
- Det. Mac Taylor: From where I stand... you're the one that should be put to death. No trial, no jury. Eye for an eye.
- Detective Aiden Burn: [to Detective Thacker] Do me a favor. Don't check out my ass when a kid's dead in the street. Show some respect.
- [about the shooting of a police officer in Central Park]
- Det. Don Flack: I heard the shot all the way from Sixth Avenue. It shook the windows in my squad car.
- Det. Mac Taylor: Cause of death?
- Sheldon Hawkes: Single gunshot wound to the back. It pierced through the protective vest and exited at downward trajectory through the front. Must've been a high-powered rifle.
- Det. Mac Taylor: The rifle doesn't concern me, it's the rifleman. Sniping a live target in motion is no easy task.
- Sheldon Hawkes: Sharpshooter?
- Det. Mac Taylor: I'll know for certain after I take a look at that vest.
- Det. Mac Taylor: Jerald Brown. You were in the Army. Sergeant, E-5. Qualification: marksman. Years of service: two. Dishonorable discharge for willfully disobeying orders during Desert Storm, where you were reduced to an E-1.
- Jerald Brown: What do you expect from the white man's army, man? We had hostiles in the building five klicks away from base camp. So we went in and took them out. And we know for a fact they murdered ten women and children.
- Det. Mac Taylor: According to your file, you disobeyed a direct order. The chain of command is sacrosanct, Mr. Brown. I'm a Marine; I know. Endangering lives against explicit orders is unconscionable.
- Det. Don Flack: They're arranging for a funeral for Officer Velasquez. It's a shame. How you guys doing? Anything yet?
- Det. Mac Taylor: We're running Touch Print right now. You get anything from the park?
- Det. Don Flack: We sent the world out and got next to nothing. I spoke to a lot of eyewitnesses, I got everything under the sun. He was shot from a tree, he fell off his horse and shot himself. One lady said aliens came down.
- Detective Aiden Burn: Mr. Vicenzo, we're closing your little sports book pizzeria. In case you didn't know, betting sports is illegal in New York City, so tell all your pizza lovers to go to A.C. if they want some action.
- Nick Vicenzo: [sarcastic] I'll be sure to do that.
- Detective Aiden Burn: I pulled two sets of prints from the oven bar at your pizzeria. They came back to your pizza girl and you. What do you have to say about that, Nick?
- Nick Vicenzo: It's my joint. Must've been when I heated up those slices for lunch.
- Detective Aiden Burn: Right. Well, according to the preliminary autopsy report, Lenny Starks suffered moderate head trauma. You slammed Lenny Starks' head with the oven door. Lenny walked three blocks and later was stabbed to death. By you.
- Nick Vicenzo: Whoa. Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute. Stabbed? Me? Yeah, I gave Lenny a little lesson in paying up, but I didn't stab him. I knocked some sense into the kid.
- [flashback]
- Nick Vicenzo: You owe me ten g's.
- Lenny Starks: Nick, I'll get it.
- Nick Vicenzo: What am I gonna do with this, wipe my nose? Open the oven. Open it! You little degenerate. How do you like that?
- [back to present]
- Nick Vicenzo: That's it. He left on his own two feet.
- Detective Aiden Burn: You know what one of the greatest rules is of an investigator? We can lie to suspects, legally. There never was a stabbing. According to the autopsy report, Lenny Starks died from an epidural hematoma in the posterior fossa region. That's behind the ear, in case you didn't know. And you're right, that kid did leave on his own two feet. Three blocks later, he died on 'em. That kid experienced delayed deterioration. Like a boxer who took too many blows. You killed him. And now it's your turn to go down the street. Investigation's closed.
- Dr. Huff: [veterinarian, about sniper's bullet lodged in horse's neck] We can remove it during surgery, but I have to warn you: removal will most likely be fatal to the horse.
- Det. Mac Taylor: Look, I sympathize with this animal, sir, but unfortunately, humans take precedence in this case.
- Det. Mac Taylor: Detective Flack, start getting statements.
- Det. Don Flack: Yes, sir.
- Det. Mac Taylor: Emergency Services, canvas the entire area. Conduct roof searches along the perimeter of the park. Restrict all flyovers. Get aviation to assist. No one sleeps in New York City until this shooter is caught.
- Nick Vicenzo: How you doin'? Officer Burn, may I help you?
- Detective Aiden Burn: Yeah, you can help me by taking two steps back.
- Nick Vicenzo: What are you, a cop?
- Detective Aiden Burn: Crime scene.
- Nick Vicenzo: Oh, you're those guys with the little blue lights, right?
- Detective Aiden Burn: It's called an ALS.
- Nick Vicenzo: I don't care what it's called.
- Detective Aiden Burn: [reaching for her weapon] Sir, take caution in your tone.
- Nick Vicenzo: Yeah, here the thing... Why don't you take your microscope and go down the street? Shop's closed now.