Officer Chris Thormann: [Inside the squadroom, Munch relights the candle. Thormann, wearing a tuxedo, walks over to him] What do you do that for, every night?
John Munch: [sounding surprised and slightly annoyed] What's with you?
Officer Chris Thormann: I gotta go to a wedding.
John Munch: At this hour?
Officer Chris Thormann: It's a long story. The wedding's in Connecticut - Old Saybrook. Eva and I are driving up.
John Munch: Oh.
Officer Chris Thormann: I know you're the one who lights the candle.
John Munch: Yeah...
Officer Chris Thormann: So, why?
John Munch: [sounding rather sad] ... It's for all the ones who've been killed.
Officer Chris Thormann: [surprised by Munch's attitude, considering he is usually just a cynical jerk] Uh huh...?
John Munch: What I don't know is, who lit it when I was gone?
Officer Chris Thormann: I did.
John Munch: You?
Officer Chris Thormann: Yeah.
John Munch: Why?
Officer Chris Thormann: I figured it was important to you.
John Munch: It's gonna be our little secret, okay?
Officer Chris Thormann: Yeah, sure, okay.
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John Munch: All I was gonna say is, what are you gonna call Dr Blythe for? Say you go out. You're a saint. You're everything you can be in a perfect world. So you sleep together. After the third time you do it, it's actually good instead of just saying it is. But how could it not be good? It's sex. So you get intimate. You get real close. You talk about your childhood, your parents, your broken dreams. You talk about relationships that didn't work out. You get so intimate you tell her your problems. You get loose, rude, a little insensitive. You're not a saint anymore. And one day, she goes, "I don't know who you are. You're not the guy I got involved with." You apologize. You realize you've actually spent the last six months apologizing for who you were the first two weeks. Then, in the middle of some night, she leaves you. In the dark. Nice, huh? Is that what you want?
