Captain Maggie Sawyer:I've been where you are, Renée. I've been there and it's no fun, and it's worse when you're in it alone.
Detective Renee Montoya: You've been where I am? Are you sure? Because somehow I don't think you have. I just have a hard time picturing that. I have a hard time picturing you as a latina for instance. I have a hard time picturing your parents as immigrants from the D.R. who go to mass every sunday. And I don't really see you having to explain every time you see them why they don't have any grand-children yet... or why it is that you're going to hell when you die. This isn't Metropolis, Captain, and not just because our guy works at night. This isn't the City of Tomorrow, it's not San Francisco, it's not New York. It's Gotham, and if you want to see what that means, just check your squad room.
Sawyer: You through?
Montoya: Yes.
Sawyer: Good. Then I'll say my piece and that'll be it. It's a one-way door, detective. Once the closet is open, it doesn't shut again. What you do next, you get to live with it for the rest of your life.
