Richie: Jesus, Dana. Pop-Pop just died. Have a little respect.
Dana: Okay. Let's get something straight. Pop-Pop was a murderer. A racist, a misogynist, and a straight-up thug and the world became a better place the second he died.

Richie: You want to be the Jeff Bezos of organized crime?
Richard: Go on. I'm listening.
Richie: That's the business proposal. Look, Pop-Pop's guys take all the risk, right? They work their balls off. Steal and deal whatever they can get their hands on. Drugs, guns, gold bars. Whatever. Then it gets distributed to your encrypted network that nobody is brilliant enough to hack into and you'd just be sitting back, eating off of everybody's plate, just like Bezos.
Richard: You may turn out to be your father's son after all.

Benson: So what happened the other night?
Stabler: Happened where?
Benson: In the lobby of your building, when I walked past you and you looked like you were going to jump out of your skin. I thought you were going to unload your weapon on me.
Stabler: You startled me, that's all.
Benson: Look, Elliot, I don't want to push you and I'll back off if you want me to -
Stabler: I do. Back off.
Benson: You have PTSD.
[Stabler laughs]
Stabler: I've been on the job 35 years.
Benson: And your wife was murdered right in front of your eyes.
Stabler: Yeah I think I remember that.
Benson: Elliot, I'm a captain now, and my job is to take care of my people and make sure that they're good and they're solid and they're together enough to do the work.
Stabler: Okay.
Benson: Okay what?
Stabler: Okay, I'll take care of it.

Stabler: Why would Wheatley buy a dessert company?
Other Detective: He's got a teenage kid. That's what rich guys do. You did well on your report card, your father took you out for your favorite treat. Wheatley bought him the company.

Stabler: Any idea why your father was on Coney Island last night?
Richard: No idea.
Stabler: Interesting. I got a feeling you were there too.
Richard: Extraordinary accusations require extraordinary evidence. Prove it.
Stabler: I will. My job is to catch scumbags. I got no doubt you jacked that truck last night. You know, those vaccines were meant for the elderly. Line workers. People who can't afford to have a private doctor show up at their house. Vaccine shot and a glass of Chardonnay. I know what you are.

Stabler: Sounds like a very dangerous man.
Bell: Yes. Wheatley is both smart and dangerous.
Stabler: I've never met the smart, dangerous, very bad man. I'd kind of like an introduction.

Bell: Detective Elliot Stabler, meet Detective Diego Morales from GVPD.
Stabler: Wanna translate that for me?
Morales: Gun violence prevention division.
Stabler: Learn something new every day!

Bell: Where were those vaccines headed?
Cop: Harlem Hospital.
Stabler: Too bad for them.
Cop: It gets worse. If those vaccines aren't stored properly, within two hours they're useless.

Angie: [on phone] The police just left your house. Your father was murdered.
Richard: Oh no. Thanks for telling me. [hangs up]
Richard's wife: What did she want?
Richard: I'll tell you about it on the way home. [to group] As I was saying, I have a shipment coming. Come over Wednesday night. We're having a vaccination party for family and close friends.

Stabler: One shell was recovered?
Cop: It's close. Only takes one.
[Stabler checks out the shell on the ground.]
Stabler: Hand-loaded casing. Usually guys who pack their own ammo are either specially trained military or fanatic gun nuts.
Bell: Or both.

Things are going really well right now. Who knew a worldwide pandemic could be so profitable?


Come on. Get in. Don't be a sissy.


Law & Order: Organized Crime Quotes

Mob Boss: Why am I here?
Stabler: You know why I'm dressed like this? I just buried my wife.

Criminal: Say I was able to get a message to Mrs. Sinatra. What would I tell her?
Stabler: What happened in Puglisia didn't stay in Puglisia