Nearer My God to Thee
Pembleton: You’re not Catholic and you took communion?
Bayliss: Yeah. Is that wrong?
Pembleton: If my god wins, you’re screwed.
All Through the House
Answering the phone on Christmas.
Munch: Ho-ho-ho-homicide!
Every Mother’s Son
Pembleton: Son, I don’t usually find myself giving advice. Especially to fourteen-year-old killers. But please listen to me just this one time. Keep your ass to the wall, and don’t trust anybody, don’t help anybody, don’t ask anybody for anything.
Cradle to the Grave
Pembleton: We’re not engaged. So don’t act like I left you at the altar.
The City That Bleeds
Dead End
Munch to Bolander: Your partner Mitch. Has sex with goats.
Emma Zoole: I would love to bronze your head.
Bayliss: I beg your pardon?
Gee: That’s what they tell someone in prison just before they punk them. Are you trying to punk me here?
Munch: What if I fail and all our dreams crash and burn?
Bayliss: It’s very simple then. Meldrick and I will harm you.
Pembleton: You know, sometimes you’re funny. Then there’s now.
Bayliss: People get started late.
Munch: Right. It’s nine o’clock. They’re probably home watching the X-Files.