Detective Elliot Stabler: [in a therapy session after Elliot beats up a cop who was beating up his teenage son; talking about Elliot's memories of his father]
[Dr. Hendrix asks if Elliot's father ever helped him with his homework]
Detective Elliot Stabler: Once, when I was in fifth grade. I had to make this diorama. Remember those things? The model you put in shoe boxes?
Dr. Rebecca Hendrix: Sure.
Detective Elliot Stabler: It was about the Civil War. And he told me where the put the cannons, and the soldiers, the trees... Nay, forget it.
Dr. Rebecca Hendrix: Did you get a good grade?
Detective Elliot Stabler: What?
Dr. Rebecca Hendrix: Did you get a good grade?
Detective Elliot Stabler: What difference does that make?
Dr. Rebecca Hendrix: It's just a question.
Detective Elliot Stabler: I don't understand what you want from me.
Dr. Rebecca Hendrix: The truth. I want you to start talking... really talking. What grade did you get on the diorama?
Detective Elliot Stabler: An F!
Dr. Rebecca Hendrix: You failed.
Detective Elliot Stabler: I didn't hand it in.
Dr. Rebecca Hendrix: Why not?
Detective Elliot Stabler: I moved one of the trees. And my father saw it as I was leaving for school. He took it out of my hands and he threw it on the ground and he stomped on it.
Dr. Rebecca Hendrix: It must have really hurt when he did that.
Detective Elliot Stabler: He took off his belt and he beat me with it... Because I cried... and only... pan... pansies cry...
[he starts to cry]
Detective Elliot Stabler: He said I was weak, and called me a failure. He called me that a lot.
Dr. Rebecca Hendrix: What did you see in that mirror today, Elliot?
Detective Elliot Stabler: The guy my father always saw.
Dr. Rebecca Hendrix: You're not weak. You're so busy being strong, and helping everyone, you've got nothing left for yourself. It takes a lot more balls to talk about your problems, than beat the hell out of a ghost.