Without a Trace, Season 2

Samantha:
Do yourself a favor: don't get shot. It's not all it's cracked up to be.

Martin:
I'll try my best.

Samantha:
The kids are alright?

Martin:
That's what Roger Daltry says.

Samantha:
You know how you said we should get a drink sometime?

Martin:
Yeah.

Samantha:
I could really use a drink.

Martin:
Well, nothing worse than a beautiful woman drinking alone.

[Vivian and Danny are watching Jack make a ransom drop.]

Vivian:
Well, he certainly looks as if he's old enough to have teenage kids.

Danny:
Definitely having a hard time with that bag.

Vivian:
He says he's been working out. I guess $5 million bucks weighs a lot.

Martin:
He's probably just protecting his kids.

Samantha:
Yeah, remind me not to have any.

Martin:
They don't all turn out to be psychopathic kidnappers, you know.

Samantha:
Let me guess-2.2, white picket fence, golden retriever.

Martin:
Yeah, maybe. Something like that.

Samantha:
Not for me. Not in this world.

Martin:
This guy's an ex-con.

Danny:
What?

[Martin holds out a box for Danny.]

Martin:
Prison art.

Danny:
What, did you do a nickel at Pelican Bay? 'Cause if you did, I'm going to be a whole lot nicer to you.

Lucas Vohland:
[To Martin, regarding Samantha] Is this your girlfriend?

Samantha:
I'm his partner.

Lucas Vohland:
You're a lot better looking than his last one.

Samantha:
[regarding a golf cart] I'm driving.

Martin:
No, I've seen you drive.

Samantha:
I'm driving.

Martin:
[grumbles] Oh, where's the airbag?

Jack:
Smells like a brewery in here.

Martin:
Yeah, you noticed?

Danny:
What, is he still drunk?

Martin:
Nah, he's just fairly hung over.

Samantha:
I mean, this woman spends less than I do.

Martin:
You need to get out more often.

Samantha:
Yeah, don't remind me.

[Jack confronts Vivian about the Reyes shooting]

Jack:
The report came back. [pauses] It cleared you both of any wrongdoing.

Jack:
Vivian, I like working with you. But don't you ever lie to me again.

Andrea Wilson:
[about the relatives of the murdered couple] I don't judge them any more. They're caught up in all this. Just like we are.

Sam:
Do you think Ricky is innocent?

Deames:
I don't think he got a fair trial

Sam:
That's not what I asked you.

Deames:
I know.

Sam:
I've known some people who've done things, things I've seen them do, that make me believe they deserve to die.

Deames:
Okay, let's say these people do exist. Do you really want to be responsible for deciding, out of all of these criminals, who lives and who dies? Trouble is, nobody asked you. Because in this state, it's the Law that decides. It's the police officers and the district attorneys and the judges and they're human. When they're biased or corrupt or just lazy mistakes are made and people will die. And some of those people will be innocent.

Deames:
I can see you have more faith in the system than I do.

Sam:
Guess so.

[As they are walking down Death Row]

Guard:
They transfer them here a week before execution. After that, no letters, cards or phone calls. 24 hour suicide watch.

Danny:
Suicide watch? No kidding.

Jack:
Your state's about to execute someone. What's wrong with a little attention?

[Jack Malone and Samantha Spade awkwardly discuss his departure, and their old relationship. They speak quietly.]

Sam:
In another world, maybe....

Jack:
Maybe...

Jack:
I'm sorry if I ever hurt you.

Sam:
[pauses] Me too.

Martin:
Yeah. Well, I guess old feelings die hard.

Samantha:
They don't die. They just fade, and then you feel bad that they faded…because you wonder…you wonder what they meant when you had them.

Martin:
Well, I guess if they didn't fade, there…there wouldn't be room for new ones.

Samantha:
No, I guess there wouldn't.

Samantha:
Damn, you are good.

Martin:
[smiles] You just noticed?

Martin:
I'd like to say that you're smarter than you looked but then I'd be lying.

Sam:
Hey Martin?

Martin:
Yeah?

Sam:
Wanna share a cab?

Martin:
[gesturing in the opposite direction] I live uptown.

Sam:
Yeah, I know.

Jack:
So we have sex addiction combined with a simulated rape fetish. Then I've got to believe that somebody messed with this kid somewhere down the line. Father, brother, uncle, someone.