Cap, you don’t look so hot. You want a Tums or some Pepto Bismol or something? Why don’t you lay down for a bit… I’ll tell IA you’re busy and to come back another time.
Gee, Detective Stabler… Do you think someday I can have my name on the title credits so I can get away with sever abuse of suspects?
Hey, Elliot… The ACLU called. Something about a dinner honoring your achievements in fund raising. No… The cameras are still out, why?
Perps can’t read Elliot’s poker face. Mostly because their eyes are swollen shut. Also, it appears Elliot’s jokes have given ADA Novak a lobotomy.
I mean, he’s also got a grasshopper tattoo on his shoulder and owns a fish named Cleo, but mostly it’s the punching him in the face thing.
Sooooo… Elliot. Are you just, like, straight up murdering criminals now? I mean, I’m cool with it, but IA may have some things to say.
This guy isn’t even being interrogated. Olivia just sent Elliot over to ask if there was an extra ketchup bottle at his table during lunch.
You’d think that with all the time he spends thinking about submerging perps in concrete, he’d at least have his equations set.