- Jack McCoy: What the hell do you think you're doing, detective?
- Detective Joe Fontana: Excuse me?
- Jack McCoy: You promised Nick Zona a liquor license? And you didn't tell me about it?
- Detective Joe Fontana: First of all, watch your tone. It's a little over the top for my liking. And as far as Nick Zona's concerned, I promised him nothing.
- Jack McCoy: That's not what he thinks.
- Detective Joe Fontana: I don't control what he thinks.
- Jack McCoy: What did you tell him?
- Detective Joe Fontana: I told him that if he told the truth, that I would help him out down the line. I also specifically said "I can't make promises."
- Jack McCoy: You know I'm required to notify the defense with respect to any promises or inducements.
- Detective Joe Fontana: Hey, if I say it's not a promise, how the hell is it a promise?
- Jack McCoy: Was Detective Green present?
- Detective Joe Fontana: He was on the phone.
- Jack McCoy: Congratulations, detective. You just destroyed the credibility of our key witness.
- Detective Joe Fontana: Hey, don't lay this crap off on me! I did my job, and I did it well. If you blow this case over some self-imagined half-assed favor, that's your problem, pal, not mine.