- Austin Foster: Hello, everybody.
- Jack McCoy: What's this?
- Austin Foster: That is a dated and unopened parcel sent to me by Mr. Tony Rosatti, with instructions to open it only if and when Mr. Vignerelli so requests. Will you do the honors, Mr. McCoy?
- Tony Rosatti: [On video] Hey, Bobby, Austin. I know if you're watching this, the two of you are in a room with a couple of DAs and the whole thing's gone to hell. Whoever it is, hi. My name is Tony Rosatti. I thought I'd planned this whole thing out pretty good. Sherri and that son-of-a-bitch Porter in jail, me at peace, maybe for the first time. So, Mr. DA, the hit man, the wired money, the phone in Porter's apartment, it was all me. Bobby loaned me the dough, but he didn't know what it was for. Sorry, Bobby, for jamming you up this way. So that's it. All's well, etcetera. You know what? Parting is not sweet sorrow, it's just plain sweet.
- Bobby 'Bobby Vig' Vignerelli: [Smiles] Well I'll be damned. All right, Tone.
- Jack McCoy: I don't believe he could have done this by himself. You loaned him the money to bankroll this. I could indict you as a co-conspirator.
- Austin Foster: For what? To commit assisted suicide?
- Bobby 'Bobby Vig' Vignerelli: Well, I guess I'll go buy myself that cup of coffee, huh?
- Detective Ed Green: Took one in the back of the head. Close range, small caliber. No exit wound, no brass. Very tidy. Very professional.
- Detective Lennie Briscoe: Yeah, what do you bet there's no prints, either?
- Detective Ed Green: Well, we'd better find Mrs. Rosatti, tell her her husband's dead.
- Detective Lennie Briscoe: If she doesn't already know.
- Detective Ed Green: Man, you are such a cynic when it comes to love.
- Detective Lennie Briscoe: Not love. Marriage.
- Detective Lennie Briscoe: Now there's a refreshing change.
- Detective Ed Green: What, a wife leaving her husband for a younger guy?
- Detective Lennie Briscoe: No, a wife who doesn't want her ex-husband dead.
- Jack McCoy: Foster's right. It was assisted suicide.
- Arthur Branch: I guess it beats dousing yourself with rum and lighting up a Cohiba.
- Serena Southerlyn: Between the war on drugs and the war on terrorism, bank secrecy isn't what it used to be.
- Jack McCoy: Randy Porter worked in construction, maybe he had the connections.
- Serena Southerlyn: That's enough for a warrant, that he worked in construction?
- Jack McCoy: These days, it is.
- Detective Lennie Briscoe: You like guns?
- Randy Porter: So does our president.
- Detective Lennie Briscoe: I didn't vote for him.
- Detective Ed Green: The idea of a throwaway cell phone, Randy, is that you're supposed to *throw* it away.