- Detective Mike Logan: Died of?
- Hoexter: Asphyxiation during a state of sexual arousal. You ever hear of anything so damned stupid? Something must have gone wrong.
- Max Greevey: Yeah. He died.
- [Stone and the police are searching a suspect's apartment. Stone comes upon a locked chest]
- Elizabeth Hendrick: It's my hope chest.
- [the chest is unlocked. Stone, absolutely stunned and dumbfounded, pulls out an assortment of S&M gear]
- Executive A.D.A. Benjamin "Ben" Stone: What were you hoping for?
- Max Greevey: Bought a Sam Cooke collection. My taste in music.
- Detective Mike Logan: Armani suits. Not your taste in clothes.
- Max Greevey: Gave to Big Brothers, Save the Earth, World Education... guy had a social conscience.
- Detective Mike Logan: That's the only kind of conscience he had.
- Max Greevey: Sent a check home every month, more than my salary. Good son. Took care of Mom and Dad
- Detective Mike Logan: Hey, he should've taken better care of himself.
- Max Greevey: I'm a Catholic. Maybe it's old-fashioned, but I still believe in sin. Remember sin? Right and wrong? I don't know if it's harps, or pearly gates, but whatever it is, these freaks aren't going to the same place You and I are. OK?
- Capt. Donald Cragen: Wow. I can see this is leading to a whole new penalogical outlook: We will only pursue homicides where the vic died in a state of grace.
- Max Greevey: Maybe I'll walk around the block. Maybe your memory will get better,
- [he suddenly knocks over a bunch of bar glasses]
- Max Greevey: Or I'll get angrier.