CSI: NY

CSI: NY (September 2004 – February 2013) is an American police procedural television series set in New York City. It is a hit spinoff of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation and CSI: Miami. The show lasted nine seasons and aired 197 original episodes.


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Season 1

Blink [1.1]

Jason [second vic's boyfriend]: I never saw that house. I swear on my grandmother.
Don Flack: Let me arrest him for swearing on his grandmother.
Stella Bonasera: What time did you get in?
Mac Taylor: I never went home.
Stella: Can't sleep?
Mac: What's sleep?
Mac: You're not a doctor, you're a murderer with a medical degree.
Flack: He's harmless. Think he's all about the dog, you know?
Danny: Good morning, dear.
Stella: Do I have a tail back there?
Danny: Sorry. Good morning, Stella.
Stella: Better.
[sitting with their comatose victim in the hospital]
Mac: I used to sit like this with my wife. Her name was Claire. She died, on 9/11. Nobody saw it coming. I was cleaning out the closet the other day and I found this beach ball. And I remembered it was my wife who blew it up. I never told anybody this, but I got rid of everything that reminded me of Claire; too painful. The one thing I couldn't throw away . . . was that beach ball. Her breath is still in there.
Danny Messer: You hear about that body?
Det. Stella Bonasera: The one by the River Cafe? Yeah, I caught it on the police portable when I was in the shower.
Danny Messer: Why doesn't that surprise me?
Det. Stella Bonasera: The job never stops, Danny.
Danny: No pictures, no personal effects, not a partial, nothing. What's this guy live in, gloves?
Aiden: (shining blacklight on a sheet with semen traces) I'm gettin' all kinds of love over here.
Danny: I think he got tipped off.
Aiden: I think he got off.

Creatures of the Night [1.2]

Mac Taylor: [to Stella] Use your head, not your heart.
[Flack apprehends a suspect at a restaurant]
Suspect: Hey! I didn’t do nothing man.
Flack: Yeah? You got steak sauce all over my shoes.
Stella: She was in Central Park.
Mac: Looks like we've got ourselves an 800-acre crime scene.
Mac: Aiden's on rodent patrol, I'm waiting to do a rat-topsy.
Stella: Rape and rats. Worlds apart.
Aiden Burn: NYPD. Crime Scene Investigators.
Shop-keeper: You people deal with rats?
Aiden Burn: Only when they have eaten our evidence.

American Dreamers [1.3]

Mac Taylor: If this is a joke, I'm not laughing. These bones are real.
[A skeleton has been found on a tour bus in Times Square]
Stella Bonasera: How long is this tour? [Mac looks at her disbelievingly] That's funny.
[A piece of paper was retrieved from the dead teenager on which only three letters could be read]
Stella: Playing hangman?
Mac: Actually, yes. But I've run out of letters.
Mac: Reality rarely lives up to expectation. Especially if you're a teenager.
Stella: If this case taught us anything, it was to live life.

Grand Master [1.4]

Stella: Are you going to be able to focus?
Danny: [who just watches a half-naked woman walking by] I'm all over it.
[They arrive at a Japanese restaurant known for serving food on half-naked women]
Stella: Now that can't be sanitary.
Danny: Who cares if it's sanitary? I wanna see the menu.
Don Flack: Last time I checked, the murder weapon we confiscated didn't have cute little legs, walking around from toolbox to toolbox.
Flack: George Thomas. Assault in the first degree. Aggravated assault in the second degree. Criminal possession of a weapon. I can go on, but I already read War and Peace.
Flack: Typical club death. 200 people inside, none of them saw anything.
Aiden: I used to climb over the velvet ropes at this place. Now I'm ducking under crime scene tape.
[They just arrested a young woman at the sushi bar]
Danny: Here we are looking for the murderer at the table...
Stella: And here, the murderer is the table.
Jayden Prince: ...But somebody killed my twin, Dawg.
Det. Don Flack: [pointing to himself] Detective.
Aiden Burn: [Aiden is explaining the term "grand master" to Mac] Yeah, like a deejay legend: Grand Master Flash or a Jam Master Jay. They paved the way for guys like 'Dre and Cube, Eminem and Jermaine Dupri. You like music like that?
Detective Mac Taylor: I prefer Crunk myself.
Detective Mac Taylor: You should hear Aiden talk about this hip-hop world. Close your eyes, she sounds like Queen Latifah.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: What do you know about Queen Latifah?

A Man A Mile [1.5]

Danny: [to Tom Zito] I guess that dent in your head only affects the things you WANT to forget.
Flack: If a guy works up top, answer me one question. What was Pete Riggs doing down there, 'cause he wasn't working.
Danny: I don't know how these guys work down here.
Mac: The same way we're going to. Rock by rock.
Detective Mac Taylor: Are you bathophobic?
Detective Danny Messer: I'm not anything-phobic. There are just a few things that shake me up. 700 feet of granite between me and daylight is one of them.
Tom Zito: [Tom Zito, a "sandhog" is being interviewed at the site] If it's deeper than a grave and it's in New York City, the sandhogs built it. Commuter tunnels, subway tunnels, water tunnels. Without us, there's no New York City.
Detective Mac Taylor: [Danny and Mac are following the coroners to the elevator and see the DA waiting for them on it] [clears his throat] Personal visit from the DA's office?
Detective Danny Messer: What happened? You got lost on your way to a press conference? Or are you just checking up on us?

Outside Man [1.6]

Mac Taylor: I read your preliminary report. Good job, Danny, you're on the promotion grid.
Danny Messer: I can't wrap my head around it, Mac. I mean you get up, you go to work. You see the people you know. You talk, you laugh. You're livin' your life and suddenly, boom, it's over. Just like that, and you never saw it comin'.
Sheldon Hawkes: Apart from the fact of it not being attached to a person, there's nothing wrong with this finger.
Mac: The place was closed?
Don Flack: 11 on the dot.
Danny: Sounds like an inside job.
Mac: Then that's where we'll start.
[Stella talks to wife of man obsessed with amputating his leg]
Stella: You'll have to make arrangements with the ME's office for his body.
Wife: He didn't want his body when he was alive. I certainly don't want it now that he's dead.
Danny: This guy's shot in the head, carries someone else upstairs, and manages to call the cops?
[flashback with Terrel dragging the body]
Aiden: I'd say that qualifies for hero status.
Danny: Criminals are like animals. They leave tracks, we follow them.
Danny Messer: [after finding a key piece of evidence in the garbage] Next time I say a case is in the garbage, remind me of this moment?
Danny Messer: [after matching up tear marks on a bag] This case is in the bag.

Rain [1.7]

Stella Bonasera: There's something gooey here.
Mac Taylor: Gooey? There's a good forensic word. Gooey. I'll have to use that more
[Mac who previously made fun of Stella for her use of the word gooey, uses it himself]
Mac: Some sort of 'gooey' residue on the top of the piece of paper.
Stella: [smirks] Great choice of words.
Stella: With all this rain, it's not like Mother Nature's playing ball.
Mac: Then it's time to change the game.
[Flack walks up to Willet with Aiden while introducing themselves as cops]
Luther Willett: Wow, cops round here just get prettier every day.
Flack: Watch it.
Luther Willet: Oh, hey, don't get upset. I just got out of prison. You both look good to me. [Willet smirks]
Mac: And you're sure this came from Hummel's gun?
Danny: Absolutely. He doesn't deny discharging his weapon.
Mac: But ... ?
Danny: If Marvin's story is true about what happened, and he was shooting at the bad guys -- this bullet discharged from his gun and stopped midair and then turned left and then hit the pillar.
Detective Don Flack: Gotta wear a mask to a bank robbery. It's a rule.

Three Generations Are Enough [1.8]

Mac: A paranoid schizophrenic's worst nightmare.
Stella: He doesn't just think we're out to get him. We are.
Danny: With all this cash lying around, you'd think a guy could afford new rounds.
Mac: With all the evidence we've collected, you'd think we could find Charles Langdon.
[Paul Streyzewski is saying how he kissed the vic]
Flack: Now, how does that thought process work? 'There's the mother of my child on the ground dead. I should probably call 9-1-1 but let me get a little action first.'
[Hawkes and Stella are figuring out Trina's official cause of death]
Stella: So, we've got a murder.
[Hawkes nods]
Stella: Now all we have to do is find the crime scene that goes with it.
Det. Mac Taylor: Somebody went to a lot of trouble to file those serial numbers off.
Aiden Burn: And I went to a lot of trouble to acid etch them back on.

Officer Blue [1.9]

Stella Bonasera: Let's pimp this ride.
Mac: You're a fine CSI, Stella. I can honestly say, I wouldn't do this job without you.
Stella: Yes, you would. You just wouldn't be as good.
Mac: [smiles] Maybe.
Flack: We sent the word out and got next to nothing. I spoke to a lot of eyewitnesses. I got everything under the sun. He was shot from a tree. He fell off his horse and shot himself. One lady said aliens came down. This city's full of nuts.
Aiden: [to Detective Thacker] Do me a favor. Don't check out my ass when a kid's dead in the street. Show some respect.
Flack: [to Willey Chancey] Your last call was 18 minutes long. What? Was she giving you phone sex?
Chancey: Yeah. You want the number?
Stella: We haven't had a fight like that in a long time. Reminds me of the old Mac Taylor.
Mac: What old Mac Taylor is that?
Stella: The one who let his heart out of his chest every once in a while.
Jerald Brown: Willie and I just picked any pig cop. An eye for an eye.
Det. Mac Taylor: You shot a New York City police officer. He wasn't just a cop, he was somebody's son. He made somebody proud at home. When you shot him through the back, you shot those people through the heart. [Mac stands up] From where I stand... you're the one that should be put to death. No trial, no jury. Eye for an eye.

[about the shooting of a police officer in Central Park]

Det. Don Flack: I heard the shot all the way from Sixth Avenue. It shook the windows in my squad car.

Night, Mother [1.10]

[Aiden tries to pick the pocket of a training dummy without ringing the bell, but she can't]
Danny Messer: You're such a girl.
Aiden Burn: [smacking him in the head] Shut up.
Flack: I'm telling you, Mac, she killed Rachel Camden.
Mac: What's your rush to put this woman away?
Flack: You saw her. What's your rush not to?
Mac: In all my years of doing this, there's one thing I've learned. Sometimes the slam dunks are the most deceiving.
Stella Bonasera: You know what they say about keeping condoms in your wallet?
Jason: They get holes.
Det. Stella Bonasera: Just like your story.

[Stella has confronted a suspect about a murdered woman]

Jason: I fell in love with her.
Det. Stella Bonasera: Trust me. You're gonna get plenty of love where you're going.
Det. Stella Bonasera: Uh-oh.
Detective Mac Taylor: What?

[they stop walking]

Det. Stella Bonasera: You hear that?
Detective Mac Taylor: Hear what?
Det. Stella Bonasera: It's your mind racing again.

Tri-Borough [1.11]

Aiden Burn: So, mass spec went crazy with this odor that we found from our head wound vic. I've got words here longer than DiMaggio's hit streak.
Don Flack: Deodorizers? That guy smelled like ass!
Aiden Burn: Benzosothyazolonal.
Don Flack: Whoa. Benzosothyazolonal?
Aiden Burn: You know what that is?
Don Flack: [pause] No.
Mac: Slick was dead before he hit the subway tracks.
Stella: So, we're looking at an electrocution to cover up an electrocution.
John James: I didn't kill anyone. "Inhumanity" is authentic, 100 percent.
Danny: Well, it's 100 percent mine now. Sorry.
Aiden Burn: [figures out that a frozen chunk of human excrement had fallen from the sky and killed the victim] Holy crap!
Aiden Burn: Anybody see anything?
Det. Don Flack: When does anybody ever see anything?

Recycling [1.12]

Stella Bonasera: All right, Danny. How does the DNA from the fingernail scrapings on the knife not match Brett Stokes? I mean, she's got 'motive' tattooed on her forehead.
Danny Messer: Hey, don't kill the messenger...see what I did there?
Stella Bonasera: Cute.
[Stella has just won a bet that she and Mac made on the outcome of the dog show]
Mac Taylor: You're going to make me pay?
Stella: Yeah, I'm going to make you pay.
Mac: I thought you were kidding.
Stella: Some days you're the dog, some days you're the hydrant.
[Danny is looking through a ladies' magazine, looking for a sample of lotion found on a murder weapon]
Stella: You know, if you wanted beauty tips, all you had to do was ask.
Danny Messer: Did you know that waterproof mascara dries out your eyelashes? That's amazing!
Hawkes: At first, I thought this might have been a postmortem dog bite.
Mac: Those are no canine's canines.

[Danny and Stella question a pedophile about a murder]

Danny Messer: Usually when you stab somebody, you know the guy's name. It's just common courtesy.
Theodore Gates: Well, I didn't stab anyone. [to Stella] What on earth is he talking about?
Det. Stella Bonasera: Your DNA was found on the knife that was used to stab Michael Starling.
Theodore Gates: I see. Was it a Swiss Army Knife?
Danny Messer: Nice job, you got it on the first try.
Theodore Gates: [to Stella] Is it necessary that he be here?
Danny Messer: What? What's the matter, am I too old for you?

[the magazine vendor, Mark Stutz, just explained he stabbed the messenger because he was sick and tired of bikers acting like they own the area]

Det. Stella Bonasera: [disgusted] Pedestrian rage. Why do I even ask?

[at that moment, a bike messenger speeds by, giving little warning, almost running Stella over]

Stella: Son of a bitch!
Mark Stutz: Makes you want to murder 'em, don't it?
Det. Stella Bonasera: [Stella doesn't respond to his comment] Get in the car.

Tanglewood [1.13]

Mac Taylor: We've got the best forensics tool money can't buy. Snow.
[Stella sees a Derek Jeter bobblehead on the dashboard of an SUV she and Mac are processing]
Stella Bonasera: Who is that on the dashboard? Mickey Mantle?
Mac Taylor: Looks kind of like Derek Jeter.
Stella Bonasera: Derek Jeter from the Yankees, right?
Mac Taylor: Yeah.
Stella Bonasera: Didn't they get beat by Boston or something?
Mac Taylor: We were up three to zero and then we got swept. But we're trying to forget that.
Stella Bonasera: I'm not much into baseball, but A-Rod's kind of hot.
Danny: So this is where it all goes down.
Aiden: Or up. Make sure you keep your gloves on.
Danny: You know, I didn't think it would be this clean.
Aiden: Come on. Act like you've never been to a place like this before.
Danny: You kidding me? I've got girlfriends for that. Why would I pay?
Aiden: All right, you. You're paying one way or another,..trust me.
Stella: Hey Mac, I got pearls.
Mac: Pearls? From who?
Stella: Not those kinds of pearls. I've got good news on our case.
[to Sonny Sassone, a member of the self-proclaimed "next generation" of the Mafia]
Mac: Let me tell you something about the Mob. Back in their heyday, these old timers, they dealt in death and violence because of one thing: business. Not sport. They were smart. You punks are idiots.
Danny Messer: [pacing around the floor while Mac is working with the DNA machine] Steady... steady is uh... good... great!
Stella: (shakes cans of spray paint) Do you wnat to paint or pour?
Mac: (looks at her face and nods) Pour!
Stella: (smiles) I was hoping you would say that!

Blood, Sweat, and Tears [1.14]

Mac Taylor: The stereotype is kids run away to join the circus. Where do kids already in the circus go?
Stella Bonasera: Apparently the elephant enclosure.
Flack: Both the super and the downstairs neighbor say they haven't seen her in over a week.
Danny: Yeah, well that don't mean anything. I've lived in my apartment over three years now. My neighbors don't recognize me.
Flack: Better hope you don't go missing, pal.
Jason Cartey: I am not a criminal.
Flack: Yes, you are. We're just trying to figure out what kind.
[They lift out what they thought was a trunk from the sand]
Stella: That's not a trunk. It's a box!
Mac: It's not a box. It's a coffin.
Aiden Burn: Who hitch hikes nude?

[Stella & Mac are investigating a case at a circus]

Detective Stella Bonasera: Until now I never really believed people were double-jointed.
Detective Mac Taylor: They're not. There's no such thing as double-jointed. It's just people with very loose tendons and muscles.

Til Death Do We Part [1.15]

Mac Taylor: It could happen to you, you know.
Danny Messer: What, marriage?
Mac: Love.
Danny: Don't even joke about that, Mac. It's not funny.
Aiden: Did you find anything else?
Flack: I haven't gone in yet.
Aiden: What?? Flack, you little scaredy cat, you don't believe these stories about this place being haunted?
Flack: I was doing my job, Aiden: getting statements from witnesses.
Aiden: Stel, you smell that?
Stella: Yeah. Chicken. Well, I did hear the one about the monk who went crazy and killed the others is true.
Flack: The 1-2-2 gets calls about strange noises coming from this place all the time.
Aiden: Will you stop? That's just an old urban legend.
Stella: Aiden, I think you'd better hold Flack's hand.
Flack: Yeah, okay...cute.
Flack: Lot of high school kids hang out here. Initiations, gangs, satanic rituals...
Aiden: A good place to get high...or get laid.
Maka: [about Hannah Bloom] Gives a whole new meaning to the term 'cold feet'.
Danny: If I said something like that, you'd call me insensitive.
Maka: No, I'd ask if you wanted to get a drink later. I'm attracted to a man with a dark sense of humor.
Mac: Do you two want to be alone? I'll just drag the body outside.
Abel Bloom: We're Jewish.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Orthodox?
Abel Bloom: Traditional. That's... that's how Hannah would describe us. You do it because you believe it, not because you fear it. That's what she always said.
Detective Stella Bonasera: I'm driving.
Detective Don Flack: No! Please let me drive?
Detective Stella Bonasera: No.
Detective Don Flack: Do you at least got a cracker or a piece of candy in the glove box?
Detective Stella Bonasera: Why?
Detective Don Flack: Because, when you drive, we don't eat!

Hush [1.16]

[Stella and Mac stare at the flattened victim]
Stella Bonasera: I'm going to call Hawkes.
Mac Taylor: Tell him to bring a spatula.
Danny: Maybe she was a hitchhiker.
Aiden: Who hitchhikes nude?
unknown man: Ah, you must be the Andersons. You're late for class.
Danny: Yeah, traffic was murder.
Danny: You hungry?
Aiden: Yeah
Danny: Grab a bite to eat?
[Aiden nods]
Danny: I'll drive. Put you on the hood?
Aiden: [she smacks his arm] Put you on the hood.
[Danny laughs]
Danny: You take the bottom. I'll take the top.
Aiden: I like being on top.
Danny: What? You getting freaky with me because we got the bondage case?
Danny: Get that to Jane Parsons in DNA.
Aiden: Okay
Danny: [cracks whip] NOW!
Det. Vicaro: [to Aiden and Danny who have just arrived at the crime scene] Hey, do you guys want to identify yourselves?
Danny Messer: Excuse me?
Det. Vicaro: I'm not recognizing faces, do you want to identify yourselves?
Danny Messer: Who are you the crime scene troll? You want us to identify ourselves, you see the kits, you know who we are.
Aiden: (with Danny looks at the robo-spank) Can you believe someone actually makes these?
Danny: (looking from Aiden to the contraption) Get in there...
Aiden: (before he can continue) No!
Danny: (looking from Aiden to the contraption) Get in there!
Aiden: No!
Danny: (looking from Aiden to the contraption) Get in there!
Aiden: (pointing her finger at him) That's sexual harrassment you know!

The Fall [1.17]

Danny Messer: Most feared man in New York dies from fear of his own wife.
Aiden Burn: And she was the only one that loved him.
Flack: I really wish I wasn't a part of this.
Stella: Well, Mac wants to make sure you are.
Flack: He obviously enjoys seeing me nail a friend.
[investigating the scene above the canopy]
Aiden: Well, too bad birds can't talk because there's a robin's nest like twelve feet away.
Danny: Bird's-eye view.
Aiden: [laughing] You had to say it, right?
Danny: What are ya gonna do?
Flack: Mac?
Mac: What?
Flack: If it was his son...
Mac: Flack, I need your head on straight.
Flack: It is.

[talking about training officers]

Detective Stella Bonasera: I ran into mine a month ago. I swear, if I were Chief of Police, he'd still call me 'Toots'.

The Dove Comission [1.18]

Aiden: [walking into a strip club] Holy boob-job, Batman.
Danny: How's it going with the gypsy cab driver? Did you bring him back to life so he can just tells us who killed him?
Hawkes: I haven't attended that seminar yet.
[Danny is questioning a Mr. Arnold, who just admitted to being at a strip club]
Danny: I'm sure you were just sharing stock tips with her, right? What's her name?
Mr Arnold: Savannah. But, you know, I don't think it was her real name.
Danny: Nah. You think?
Sheldon: You know what my favorite games was when I was a kid?
Mac: Jacks?
Sheldon: Operation.
[He holds up a pair of tweezers and then uses them to remove a bullet from the body of a gunshot victim]
Mac: His nose didn't buzz red. Well done!

Crimes & Misdemeanors [1.19]

Mac: [to Stella] I love the smell of a cover-up in the afternoon, don't you?
Stella Bonasera: What do you do when you can't sleep?
Mac Taylor: Work.
Stella: What do normal people do when they can't sleep? (Mac looks confused) They flip the pillows to the cooler side! (Mac realises what she means and they flip the mattress to show a yellow discoloured spot) Bleach heaven! (sighs looking like she is about to cry) I'm starting to get frustrated!
Mac: (uses his knife and cuts own to the springs showing blood) Don't get mad...Get even!
Robert Costa: I'm as American as you are. Andover, Columbia undergrad, and a master's from Yale.
Flack: Yeah? Guess what? Where I come from, it still makes you a foreigner.
Tom Martin: Your tactics don't frighten me.
Mac: It's not my tactics you need to worry about. It's my results.
Det. Mac Taylor: So she came in with the sheets? Where'd they come from?
Det. Don Flack: Hotels. Don't worry there's only about seventy thousand hotels in this town.
Stella: And about seventy thousand possible motives!
Mac: I'll take those odds!
Tom Martin: There are a lot of men in this country who look like me. Average.
Det. Mac Taylor: Don't sell yourself short. You're unique. Or at least your blood is.
Det. Don Flack: What do you need roofies for, anyway?
Tony Garcia: I have a sleep disorder.
Det. Don Flack: You provide security. It's your job to stay awake!
Lilly: (points at Aiden) Messer and (turns to Danny) Burns?
Aiden: (looking at Danny who's crouched by her foot) No, I'm (looks up and sees Lilly then says slowly) Burns (speaks normally and nods at Danny) He's Messer!
Danny: (to Aiden who's looking at the PC) Look! (she looks up) It's your boy Lilly! (she looks away blushing as Danny mimicks Aidens flirtasious conversation earlier with Lilly) "(pretends he's Aiden and she's him by pointing to himself) I'm Burns (points to Aiden) He's Messer...
Aiden: (before he can continue) Easy!

Supply and Demand [1.20]

Delroy: I can't feel my ribs!
Aiden Burn: Oh, you will soon, and it's gonna hurt like a bastard.
Flack: There's nothing more depressing than looking at a rich kid's moneyline.
[Stella and Flack just leave a loud altercation with Jordan, her father, and their lawyer]
Flack: When I'm the cooler head, you know you blew it.
Stella: I blew it? What about Buffy the friend-slayer over there?
Diane the lawyer: My client has nothing to say.
Stella: That's okay. I'm in a chatty mood. [Behind her, Flack smirks]
Hawkes: The fatal shot to the head was an act of mercy after the beating he took.
Mac: What did the witness see?
Flack: Nothing. She heard a ruckus through her wall, then the gunshot, discovered him here.
Mac: She ran towards the sound of a gunshot? Must not be a New Yorker.
Flack: [grinning] She's from South Carolina. The whole building's full of students.
Detective Aiden Burn: Give me your hands.
Shaun Deroy: What's the magic word?
Detective Aiden Burn: Hands!
Shaun Deroy: I wonder how much damage I could do in the two seconds it would take that guard to get in here.
Detective Aiden Burn: Palms up!
Shaun Deroy: I believe I asked you a question.
Detective Aiden Burn: And I'm tellin' you to step back!
Shaun Deroy: Why don't you make...

[Aiden tasers him]

On the Job [1.21]

Stella Bonasera: Any idea what they used to hit her?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: There's granular particulate matter in her wound. At first I thought it was dirt, but then I took it under the autopsy scope: feldspar, quartz, and a pinch of mica.
Stella: Granite.
Hawkes: Yeah.
Bonasera: So, the murder weapon was a rock.
Hawkes: And judging from the head wound, I would be looking for a rock with a V-shaped edge.
Bonasera: [sarcastically] Oh, well that's good to know. Narrows down my search.
Mac Taylor: [To Hawkes] You are the man of many talents.
Hawkes: You know, there was this time I wanted to be a sculptor. [Mac looks suprised]
Flack: Don't hang yourself, Danny.
Danny: You want to know what this feels like? It feels like I'm already being hung.

The Closer [1.22]

[Danny had a chase scene with Tony who climbed a fence and Danny jumped up and caught him]
Danny: If there's one thing I hate more than running, it's leaping. You're not my favorite person today.
Stella: Why haven't you taken your wedding ring off?
Mac: Because, uh, I don't know. I don't want to.
Aiden: How does a potential shortstop become a crime-scene investigator?
Danny: That's real easy. Get into a fight, break your wrist, and then graduate from the police academy, top of my class.
Aiden: Dangerous, Danny Messer.
Danny: Very dangerous.
Stella: A Boston fan in the Bronx? Very brave.
Danny: He's stupid. Very stupid. Boston's tough. New York better get it together.
Mac: When the Towers fell and Claire died, it was the clearest definition of what is unjust and unfair in this world, and I was powerless to do anything about it.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [hands Stella a spleen from a victim] Oh, I've got something else.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Don't make me hold something again!

[examining the woman who was hit by a car]

Detective Mac Taylor: No clothes, no shoes, no handbag, just lace.
Detective Stella Bonasera: If this is the new look for spring, you can count me out.

[Stella is speaking in Greek]

Detective Stella Bonasera: Pou eisai esi vre file? Skeftesei kat kai ksero pou thelis na me to pis.
Detective Mac Taylor: And in English?
Detective Stella Bonasera: What the hell's buggin' ya Mac?
Detective Mac Taylor: Sounds so much better in Greek.
Detective Stella Bonasera: [Smiles] Yeah, most things do.

What You See is What You See [1.23]

Mac Taylor: [to Stella] That's what I like about you; you always get the details right.
Mac: Make any headway with the D.A. finding out who's handling our C.I.?
Flack: Textbook example of an departmental turf battle -- Steve Collins might as well be handled by E.T., as far as I can find out.
Mac: That's why we don't rely on eyewitness testimony. I saw what I saw, but the evidence knows what was really going on.
Det. Mac Taylor: I can't get a straight answer about who's handling Steve Collins. That means it's federal.

[Mac has learned that Steve Collins was a confidential informant, which is why he was let out of prison]

Steve Collins: You can't touch me!
Det. Mac Taylor: Sure I can.

[pokes him hard]

Steve Collins: Oww!

[Mac was a witness to a shooting in the diner where he goes every morning, and Don is taking his statement]

Detective Don Flack: Well, I'm never going to get a better eyewitness account than this. What did you see?

[Mac is out on his first "date" since his wife died]

Rose Whitley: I didn't think you'd come.
Det. Mac Taylor: I'm here.

[talking to a captured counterfeiter]

Det. Mac Taylor: Once Steve came out of the bathroom, it all would have gone down as you planned it. Except something happened: I walked in. You may be an expert on the manipulation of bistable colorstaric crystals, but you wouldn't know a police officer if one walked right by you. Clark made me the second I walked in.
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Season 2

Summer in the City [2.1]

Sheldon Hawkes: [regarding the victim's brain] It's about 98 degrees out here, the pavement is very hot, any remaining pieces are more than likely fried.
Stella Bonasera: I knew this would be a no-brainer for you.
Hawkes: She didn't just say that.
Don Flack; Mac: She did.
Mac Taylor: [about mosquitoes] Only the female of the species bite.
Stella: Good for her!
Mac: Did you know that Hawkes is a walking encyclopedia of tidbit information?
Stella: That's good. Now you can go to him instead of Google.
Aiden: [Stella is examining a diamond] I've been processing dirt all day and you've been shopping at Tiffany's.
Danny Messer: It's hot a little bit, eh?
Stella: What the hell are you wearing that jacket for?
Danny: Ah, my mother still dresses me.
Stella: We all have that one case that haunts us.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: You just told the man his partner was murdered, and he didn't even ask what happened.
Detective Mac Taylor: Overwhelmed by the news, I guess. Or, maybe he already knows

Grand Murder at Central Station [2.2]

Don Flack: We got some whackadoo running around throwing acid in people's faces?
Mac Taylor: Not acid...lye.
Flack: All right. Well, I'll start with the nuts in this city and work my way up.
Danny: [Sees Scagnetti walk in with a pink bag] Oh, Detective Prada. That's a nice bag, matches your shoes perfectly.
Scagnetti: [sarcastically] You're a funny guy, Messer.
Mac: You on break?
Sheldon Hawkes: I'm just taking five minutes to eat. That's okay, isn't it?
Mac: Eating is frowned upon, Hawkes. [Hawkes moves to put everything away] Hey, I'm kidding. Relax.
Mac: It never ceases to amaze me how men of higher education can commit such...stupid crimes.
Det. Mac Taylor: [about a little girl's teddy bear] So did Franklin help out or did he lawyer up?
Danny Messer: [looking at three trees lined up and noticing one is bent over] Guess which tree needs Viagra.

[Mac has shown Aiden an unsealed evidence packet]

Det. Mac Taylor: There are three things that I'll protect at any cost: the honor of this country, the safety of this city, and the integrity of this lab. As scientists, we have a great deal of power, the ability to assign guilt or innocence. But when we analyze a crime scene, we collect pieces of evidence, we make a promise to the people of this city. A promise to handle that evidence with respect, integrity, and good faith. When you broke the seal, you broke that promise.
Detective Aiden Burn: I didn't do it. I didn't plant the evidence. I wanted to. Man, I wanted to, but I couldn't go through with it. I knew I couldn't live with that.
Det. Mac Taylor: Is it that you couldn't live with it, or you couldn't compromise the integrity of this office?
Detective Aiden Burn: You know how much this place means to me, Mac. But that son of a bitch raped Regina twice, and he's gonna get away with it twice?
Det. Mac Taylor: And if the credibility of our findings is suspect, how many more do you think will walk? Ten? Twenty? A hundred? Truth is, Aiden, I can't have someone like that working in this lab. You're fired.
Detective Aiden Burn: [handing over her badge] Truth is I can't do this anymore, Mac. I mean, I got to be honest with you. If somethin' like this ever happened again, I don't think I'd trust myself. And I'm sorry I let you down. Just do me a favor, huh? Catch this guy for Regina.
Det. Mac Taylor: I will. This folder... will be right here on my desk till we get him.
Detective Stella Bonasera: I didn't know Evelyn, but I have to give her credit for one thing. For not being able to see, she was able to see right through you.
Danny Messer: I don't cuddle.
Det. Mac Taylor: This whole thing was an insurance scam.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Did you know rumor has it that Jennifer Lopez's ass is insured for one billion dollars?
Det. Mac Taylor: Excuse me?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Five hundred million per cheek. They're her trade instruments, like a soccer player's legs or a model's face...
Det. Mac Taylor: Or a surgeon's hands.

Zoo York [2.3]

Flack: Achoo! (glares at his hand in disgust)
Mac: [to Flack] Hey (as he looks up) you're sneezing on my crime scene.
Flack: Sorry! Allergies! (glares at the tiger) Cats! Hate them!
Mac: [talking to Lindsay in the tiger's cage] I need you to hold the tiger's jaw so I can get the dental impression.
Danny: [whispering] Just take a deep breath. Don't let him know that you're afraid, 'cause he can sense when you're nervous.
Lindsay: (whispering) The tiger's been tranquilized. I think I can handle it.
Danny: I'm talking about Mac. And make sure you call him "sir." (Lindsay looks at mac nervously)
Mac: [after Lindsay calls him 'Sir' various times] And don't call me "sir".
Stella: It's all about pain, Hawkes. How much you're willing to endure to look good.
Marty: I'd say your debutante's been dead about 6 hours.
Stella: Debutante?
Marty: I didn't find any lines on her finger to indicate she was wearing an engangement or marriage ring, plus take in her age, dress, time of year, it all equals debutante season.
Stella: Don't tell me. You were an escort?
Marty: I attended a debutante ball. [pause] I was waiting tables.
Mac: Excuse me, are you Ryan Knight?
Ryan Knight: No, I'm -- [swings duffle bag at Mac's head, then runs, only to be knocked down by Lindsay and cuffed by Mac]
Mac: What do they feed you up there in Montana?
Det. Lindsay Monroe: You know, petting a cat has been scientifically proven to lower your blood pressure.
Detective Mac Taylor: Maybe the vic heard the same thing.
Det. Lindsay Monroe: You ever see what a full grown black bear does to a man?
Danny Messer: [as Lindsay looks around the lab] Can I help?
Det. Lindsay Monroe:' No. You helped enough already this morning.
Det. Lindsay Monroe: [as Stella hands her a napkin for the spilled coffed] Oh, thanks.
Det. Stella Bonasera: No problem.
Det. Lindsay Monroe: My feet haven't touched the ground since I clocked in.
Det. Stella Bonasera: Well, welcome to the crime lab.
Det. Lindsay Monroe: In Montana, they gave us breathing breaks.
Det. Stella Bonasera: Let me give you a tip. Protein bars, comfortable shoes, and at least four hours of sleep a night.
Det. Lindsay Monroe: Well, that's not going to help me today. Mac wants these now.
Det. Stella Bonasera: (looks at Lindsay in surprise then says slowly) No! (as Lindsay looks at her confused) Mac wants them right! (gently) That's all that matters.
Det. Lindsay Monroe: (looks at the folders and the protein bar that Stella had just handed her then says quietly) I just don't wanna slow things down.
Det. Lindsay Monroe: [after repeatedly stabbing the pig for tests] Well, I'm done eating bacon for life.
Danny Messer: [at they enter the walk-in freezer] That's a lot of hamburger.
Det. Lindsay Monroe: Back home, people keep this much meat in their basements.
Det. Lindsay Monroe: [seeing the Vinett's] What do they want?
Detective Mac Taylor: To let us know the clock is ticking.
Dr. Evan Zao: [walking into the lab] Whoa. What is that smell?
Det. Lindsay Monroe: Tiger dung. The zoo just made a fresh delivery. [looks around] Everyone else just happens to be conveniently busy.
Dr. Evan Zao: You know what they say: It's a dirty job but...
Det. Lindsay Monroe: The rookie's gotta do it.

Corporate Warriors [2.4]

Mac Taylor: Don't quote me on this, Lindsay, but sometimes -- [lifts the head of the vic off the body] -- not everything's connected.
Danny: So, we're looking for a combination of Spiderman and Minnesota Fats.
Stella: I think the Italians got it right. Live to eat, not eat to live.
Danny: That's what I'm talking about.
Flack: How do you leave a kid alone?
Hawkes: Mom had to work.
Flack: Kids don't even need to look for trouble to find it.
Lindsay: [turning the teapot around] It's an insult to point the spout at your guest.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: [about their victim] His name is Jared Stanton. He lives at 73rd Street and Park Avenue.
Detective Mac Taylor: You can just say "73rd and Park." New Yorkers know what you mean.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Who uses snack food to start a fire in an apartment?

Dancing With the Fishes [2.5]

[Lindsay walks into Mac's office with a bottle of hydrogen sulfide on a tray]
Mac Taylor: Hydrogen sulfide?
Lindsay Monroe: I borrowed it from the trace lab. Stuff stinks. That rotten egg smell. It's absolutely awful.
Mac: Yes, I'm aware of that. Why is it in my office?
Lindsay: For science
Mac: I don't believe that for a second.
Vincent: That's 'cause you're a cop.
Stella Bonasera: No. It's because people lie.
Sheldon Hawkes: Death by swordfish. Man, I love being in the field.
Shayna: I've got rights. You can't just go through my locker.
Don Flack: Not yet. But in 20 minutes, when the warrant gets here, your world opens up.
Danny Messer: This guy's foul. Smells worse than dead.
Hawkes: Fish.
Flack: Kia was a winner.
Stella: And her lucky numbers add up to 17 million dollars.
Mac: And 17 million motives.
Flack: [to Shayna] I've heard your sob-story. Now, I'm waiting to see what the knife in your locker has to say.
Flack: Goodbye, suicide.
Stella: Hello, murder.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: [to Vivian Claven] You know, bruises age in a very specific way. First they're red, the color of the blood underneath. A day later, they darken to a bluish-purple. Then they turn green, then they fade to a yellowish-brown. Yours is just black. Too black. Wipe it off!
Det. Mac Taylor: [makes a face as Lindsay Monroe smears some "odor screen" on his upper lip] And now it's on my lip.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: You know I've never been fishing, never even thought about trying. Seems kind of boring.
Detective Danny Messer: Until you hook something. I went fishing with my old man once on a pier near Battery Park. I caught the sweetest striped bass, must have weighed close to thirty pounds.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Did you eat it?
Detective Danny Messer: Threw it back! Would you eat anything that came out of the Hudson?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Good point.

Youngblood (2.6)

[Mac finds a homemade gun]
Don Flack: And you have no idea how it got like that, right?
Mike Adams: It's a mystery to me, man.
Flack: Join the club.
Mac: His belt's undone.
Stella: The woman in heels either knew him or was about to.
[after hearing the suspect's statement]
Stella: Fitting in. You're going to do a lot of that. Let's say for the next...15 years.
[about id'ing their vic]
Hawkes: I'd say a homeless guy probably living where we found him, in the park.
Stella: Park Avenue, maybe. I've got a really nice pair of pants, a tailor-made shirt, fancy watch, traces of paint and lipstick on the shirt, I'd say he's a very wealthy guy.
Hawkes: Well, he must have found the clothes. The shoes never lie.
Stella: Yeah well, this little watch here is worth four or five grand, quite a find for a homeless guy.
Hawkes: Yeah.
Stella: Let me check missing persons. Someone notices when a guy with money doesn't come home.
Hawkes: The way I see it, homeless people are missing people.
Danny: [looking up as Lindsay completes her work] You're done?
Lindsay: [kinda smug] Waiting on you.

[wondering why their suspect entered an apartment building with a steering wheel lock, but left without it]

Detective Danny Messer: Well, a knife is just a knife until you stab somebody with it.

Manhattan Manhunt [2.7]

Horatio Caine: Last thing Darius said in Miami, he was coming to New York to make things right.
Stella Bonasera: [Looking at Alexa's body] Think he has?
Mac Taylor: Not even close.
Horatio: That is a stria match.
Stella: The bullets are lining up like the Rockettes at Christmas.
[to Darius in holding cell]
Mac: Me? I don't pity you, Darius. There's lots of people with worse stories than yours and they never hurt anyone. You killed twelve people in two states over the last seventy-two hours, and you want me to feel sorry for you because your daddy didn't kiss you when you were a baby? You asked for my help. I did help you. You're where you belong. [pauses] Rot in hell, you son of a bitch.
Stella: No girl leaves her house without her cell phone, at least not at that age.
Mac: GPS the phone number.
Stella: [satalite view of a department store] You got it. Tiffany's! Now you're talking my language.
Mac: You can tell from a map?
Stella: Are you kidding, I can tell from the moon. I love those little blue boxes.
Danny: [knocking as he walks into the lab] What do you got, Montana?
Lindsay: [at the microscope, annoyed] Danny, stop calling me that. It's Lindsay. Lindsay Monroe.
Danny: All right, all right, I'm just joking.
Lindsay: Well, it's not funny. Am I supposed to be the new girl and the butt of your jokes?
Danny: You upset that Mac dismissed you?
Lindsay: I can handle it.
Danny: No, it's not about that. He was looking out for you. You saw that place. It was a slaughterhouse in there.
Lindsay: What, you think I haven't seen blood like that before?
Danny: I dunno, to tell you the truth. Have you?
Lindsay: Yes...and a lot worse than that.
Detective Danny Messer: [as he, Lindsay, and Hawkes walks into the crime scene] Got your call. Team's all here.
Det. Stella Bonasera: [sighing] Great, thanks.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: We came as soon as we could.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: [looking at the brandy glass full of pills on the table] What's with all the pills?
Det. Stella Bonasera: It's a pharm party.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: What's a pharm party?
Det. Stella Bonasera: Pharmaceuticals. Empty your parents medicine cabinet and pop until you drop. Rich kids idea of fun. At first glance I've got Lithium, serdalyne and fluoxatine. Most of these drugs don't even get you high.
Det. Mac Taylor: [walking into the room] Stella and I are going to run with this one. Danny check the service entry area there's an elevator there, secondary exit. Sheldon bag up these bottles get them over to Lindsay she'll be in trace.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Sir, I've worked big crime scenes before. I've got two hands I'm ready to work.
Det. Mac Taylor: This is a high profile case Lindsay. I want you in the lab and I need your full attention. Remember anything we find here can take us to Darius. Be careful, be thorough.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine: Mac, heard there was a break in the case?
Det. Mac Taylor: Stella already has you on speed dial. I thought you had to duck out on personal business?
Lieutenant Horatio Caine: I got an extension.
Det. Mac Taylor: Good news for both of us.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine: [cuffing him] Vincent Rosetti, you're under arrest for the murder of Lydia Johnson.
Det. Stella Bonasera: And that's just the charge in Florida.
Vincent Rosetti: Selling your weapon in Union Square to a stranger, Vincent. That wasn't too bright, was it?
Vincent Rosetti: No way I've been in Attaca the last six months on a stolen property bid.
Det. Stella Bonasera: Yeah we know that's where you met up with Henry Darius.
Vincent Rosetti: So I was in lockdown with him, big deal.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine: On the contrary, Vincent. It is a big deal.
Henry Darius: Detective Taylor I'm impressed you went through all the trouble.
Det. Mac Taylor: Been busy Henry. Here, Miami.
Henry Darius: You said you'd help me. You offered me a deal if I confessed. Those three nurses in Midtown. I sat in your interview room and I told you everything.
Det. Mac Taylor: Except why?
Henry Darius: I was hoping you'd tell me. You're the only one who knows I can't control it.
Det. Stella Bonasera: [about Horatio being served with a notice] Listen, I get named on these things all the time. Our union attorney's great of you want me to give you his number.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine: This is a matter outside the job.
Det. Stella Bonasera: Sorry.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine: I have a number of memories up here and not all are good. So I apologize.
Detective Don Flack: [about the students shot execution style] How did this happen? There were security guards at every one of the Endecott's Manhattan properties.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine: [about Darius] He's gotta be here somewhere.
Det. Stella Bonasera: Are we sure this is Darius?
Det. Mac Taylor: Take a good look at the position of these kids. Look familiar?
Det. Stella Bonasera: Yeah, those nurses in Midtown. He played in their blood.

Bad Beat [2.8]

Lindsay Monroe: [walks in to see some of team watching a porn-esque home movie] Footage from your 30th birthday, Messer?
Danny Messer: Walrus documentary, actually.
Sheldon Hawkes: It's Tara Stansfield, our vic from the park.
Lindsay Monroe: Who's the other walrus?
Lindsay: Ah, now, see? That's a shame.
Mac Taylor: What's a shame?
Lindsay: Somebody went and threw away a perfectly good shotgun.
[Lindsay is digging through a dumpster looking for evidence]
Lindsay: This new-girl stuff has really got to stop.
Mac: It's better than digging through tiger dung.
Lindsay: Funny.
[Flack starts breaking cigars in half]
Robert: Do you have any idea how much that costs?
Flack: Now? Nothing.
[Flack breaks another cigar]
Flack: Hey, Stell.
Stella: Yeah?
Flack: That smell Cuban to you?
[Stella sniffs the cigar]
Stella: Can't tell. Better break another one.
Flack: You play poker?
Stella: Occasionally. You have a problem with that?
Flack: Yeah. You're physically incapable of keeping a straight face.
Stella: Really?
Flack: Now Mac. There's a man with a poker face. Who knows what he's thinking?
Hawkes: …Put time of death at least 8 hours ago.
Danny: Actually… [looks at his watch] 10 hours and 13 minutes.
Hawkes: It's impossible to be that exact on ToD.
Danny: You think so, Einstein?
Hawkes: Danny, I'm a certified pathologist. I know so.
Danny: Her coat is damp, I got caught in the rain last night. 20-minute torrential downpour: 8:45. Only the makeup on the right side of her face is streaked which means she was lying dead here when the rain began.
Hawkes: Showoff.
Male tenant: No, I didn't hear anything unusual. What happened?
Flack: A guy was shot down the hall.
Male tenant: Oh..yeah..I heard that.
Flack: Did you call 9-1-1?
Male tenant: No. Why?
Female tenant: Do you have any idea what time it is?
Flack: I'm sorry for the disturbance, ma'am, but-
Female tenant: I asked you a question.
Flack: Do I know what time it is? Yes, it's 3 am.
Female tenant: I ought to sue for harrasment.
[Female tenant slams door shut]
Flack: You have a good night now.
Danny Messer: Adam when you're done with that I got a pair of slacks that I need ironed.
Kelly Lindgren: This is Joel?
Detective Don Flack: What, you don't recognize him with half his face blown off?
Detective Don Flack: [knocks on a man's door. A man opens it, standing in his underwear, holding a beer and scratching his chest] Never mind. [reaches for door handle to pull door closed] Carry on, sir.

City of the Dolls [2.9]

[Lindsay is taking off her shoes before heading into a suspect's home]
Danny Messer: You don't have to do that.
Lindsay Monroe: I was taught that, if you show a little respect, you might get more than you came for.
Danny: You be good cop, I'll be bad cop.
Lindsay: I guess you didn't grow up with hardwood floors.
Danny: No, actually, Bronx Marble.
Lindsay: What's that?
Danny: Linoleum.
[Lindsay puts her shoes back on after the talk with the suspect]
Danny: I thought you were going to play good cop.
Lindsay: There's just something about that woman.
Danny: You make me nervous Mac, you got that look.
Mac: What look is that?
Danny: The one that says: "We're not quite finished, cancel your plans for the evening."
Maka: Never broke an arm off of your GI Joe?
Danny: Yeah, but I did it on purpose, casualty of war.
Danny: Miss Drake's been busy. There's more semen samples here than at a fertility clinic.
Harry: So, it'll probably be around a whole week or so before they can list the apartment on the market?
Flack: Yeah, we usually don't let the realtor show a place until we get the stink of death out of the carpeting. [Flack leaves to go back to her apartment]
Harry: Well, I just thought I'd ask. And the attitude is unnecessary. [Flack turns and gives him a look]
Detective Stella Bonasera: It's a to-do list for tomorrow. If you're going to kill yourself, why spend time planning to pay bills and do laundry?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: I am suspicious about everything and sure of nothing.

Jamalot [2.10]

Mac Taylor: It's a simple game. The jam is a two-minute period where each team tries to score points by having their jammer lap members of the opposing team.
Stella Bonasera: You cannot know this.
Mac: Someone took me to a game.
Stella: Nobody would ever take you to a roller derby game. Oh, unless you were on a date.
Mac: It was fun.
Stella: The game or the date?
Mac: There's something rotten in the Kingdom of Jamalot.
Polly: My first time as a murder suspect and I don't even get the cop of my choice to bust my cuffs.
Flack: I'll send Detective Taylor your regards.
Polly: I'd like to send him a lot more than my regards.
Hawkes: Not a very creative body-dump.
Danny: Does the job, right?
Stella: You can take the girl out of high school, but you can't take the scars of high school out of the girl.
Mac: [walks into the lab to see Lindsay testing products from Manhattan Minx's shower room] Do you really need all these
Lindsay: Oh, I thought you said collect everything.
Mac: No, I mean...women. Do you really need all these...products?
Lindsay: You’re asking me? I work in a lab.

[about their victim]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Apparently, he was some sort of...
Detective Danny Messer: Writer.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Yeah.
Detective Danny Messer: [indicating photographs of the body taken under an ALS light] It was everywhere.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Someone's trying to kill the whole starting team?
Detective Mac Taylor: That's one way to get more playing time.
Hallie on Wheels: [Hallie is one of the roller-derby girls]

[to a little girl in her daycare] Briana, don't hit.

Detective Lindsay Monroe: I guess you're one of those, "Do as I say, not as I do," daycare providers.

Trapped [2.11]

Lindsay Monroe: Funny how a little lube speeds up the processing.
[Lindsay and Mac are standing in front of a lube pit at a strip club]:
Mac Taylor: There might be some evidence in there.
Lindsay: Let me know what you find. [Mac gives her a look] I'll go get my boots. [Mac nods]
Danny Messer: Yeah, I think I saw this on an episode of The Flintstones.
Stella Bonasera: Cute.
Danny Messer: [is trapped in a panic room until somebody can get him out] This is getting better and better, and I'm not spending a week in here with a crazy dead guy trying to figure the code, so do me a favour, call a locksmith.
Danny Messer: [on panic-room monitor] So you're telling me I'm stuck in this spaceship until tomorrow morning?
Danny: Hey, crimestopper. Run to Ray's, grab me a slice, extra pepperoni, right? Bring it back. Just fold it up, slide it right through the hole.
Flack: That's no way to treat good pizza, Messer.
Danny: He's definitely in some kind of trouble.
Stella: Maybe you should cut him some slack. He is your brother.
Danny: If it's not trouble, he's probably looking for a handout.
Stella: Danny, help is on the way.
Danny: Well, I'll be in here.
[Locksmith made a tiny hole on the wall]
Locksmith: Can you see me?
Danny: Yeah, you're beautiful. Now get me out.
Stella: [repeating what the therapist just said] Hypnotherapy...
Flack: You're rich enough, you try things.
Flack: What have you got there?
Stella: Surfactant and hypochlorite.
Flack: And for those of us with just a high-school diploma?
Stella: Bleach.
Stella: That's it? No butler?
Flack: No.
Stella: Too bad. I thought we could wrap that one up quick.
Flack: What?
Stella: In a mansion like that, it's always the butler. Didn't you ever play Clue?
Flack: I was a Monopoly guy.
[About the burn victim]
Hawkes: Tattoo on the inner thigh, means eyes only, means our vic had a lover.
Marty: Lovers' spat? Things got a little heated?
Hawkes: Literally.
[About the burn victim]
Angie: Buyer beware. Kandy was a gold digger. I just wanted her next lover to know all the facts. I gave her everything she wanted. And she burned me.
Mac: And someone did the same to her.
(Marty is consulting Danny over the phone about how to examine the victim)
Marty: Lucky you're not claustrophobic. Me? I do not like confined spaces.
Danny: Why'd you choose a career that puts you in a windowless room with dead bodies then?
Marty: Ladies love the degree.
Danny: 6 years of med school to become a player, eh?
Marty: No...I was already a player, Messer. I just needed the bank to pay for my Porsche.
Danny: You know what? I officially hate you right now, all right?
Marty: [laughing] You done?
Danny: Yup. Only thing abnormal about this guy is the blood leaking from his neck.
Stella: Well you're gonna have to test it. Look around. Improvise.
Danny: Word of the day. Improvise.
[Marty & Danny talk about Time of Death]
Marty: Let's get a more precise TOD.
Danny: You're not serious.
Marty: There's gotta be a bathroom there, right?
Danny: Yeah.
Marty: Then be a good Boy Scout and go find a thermometer.
[Danny goes to the bathroom]
Danny: It's your lucky day, Doc.
Marty: Nice. Now plant it in the end zone, and put some points on the board.
[Danny doesn't say anything]
Marty: Messer? Is it in?
Danny: Gimme a sec. Rigor's setting in.
Marty: Welcome to my world.
Danny Messer: [after using glue and a coffee pot to check a knife for fingerprints] Think I've seen this on an episode of The Flintstones.
Danny Messer: Oh Miss MacGyver... grab your camera! I've got a foreign print!
Detective Stella Bonasera: How does somebody get inside of a locked vault with only one door?
Danny Messer: If Houdini were alive, we'd have our killer

Wasted [2.12]

Danny Messer: So one of them died from the paint and the other one died for the paint.
Adam: Perfect timing, fellas. We are looking down from 22,300 miles from space.
Danny: We found our spores here on earth, Adam.
Adam: I am a scientist without a badge, Danny. Trust me.
Sid: You are as smart as you are beautiful.
Stella: Don't flirt with me, Hammerback.
Sid: Yes, Detective.
Stella: [walking away] Stay focused.
Mac: [looking down the drain] Are you good with a wrench?
Danny: [chuckling to himself] Am I good with a wrench....
[Adam's examining fungal spores, and Danny walks in]
Adam: Hmmm. Aspergillus Sydowii.
Danny: I was just thinking about that.
Adam: It's the, uh...fungal spores found on Jennifer Fazotti's body.
Danny: Fungal spores. Says they're indigenous to the Sahara desert.
Adam: How does an African fungus end up on a murder victim in New York City?

Risk [2.13]

[Lindsay walks into the crime scene dressed in formal wear. Mac is already there in formal wear, having been to the mayor's party]
Danny Messer: Well, hello, Miss Monroe. You clean up nice. Were you at the mayor's party also?
Lindsay Monroe: I was at the opera.
Danny: I am hanging out with all the wrong people.
[Lindsay holds a shirt she ripped off a suspect who was trying to escape]
Danny: Nice collar, Montana.
Mac: 18-hour shift wasn't enough? Now you're catching bodies on the way home?
Danny: Nah, the bodies are catching me.
Mac: This kid was subway-surfing...and he never made it out of the tube.
Flack: QT Jammer. Most notorious trader in Manhattan. This guy was a Rambo. Half a billion in assets, trades commodities for a living. You think betting the NFL's tough, try betting on pork bellies, coffee, or grain. How do you bet on grain?
Stella: Look, what I don't spend I put in the bank.
[Stella's waiting in autopsy, and Sid wheels out the body]
Sid: Uh, sorry for the delay. QT and I were busy necking.
Stella: Come again?
Sid: Necking.
[Stella looks confused]
Sid: Looking at his neck.
Stella: Oh.
Sid: You don't think I'd kiss a corpse, do you?
Stella: Oh, no, no.
Sid: That's disgusting.
Stella: I agree.
Sid: As long as we've got that straight.
Stella: So, Sid,...cause of death?
Conductor: Subway surfing was a lot more popular in the late 80's, 90's, but we still get these doot-da-doots every once in a while.
Lindsay: Doot-da whats?
Conductor: Doot-da-doots. You know, idiot, moron, knucklehead. Where you from, Jersey?
[A few moments later]
Lindsay: Did anybody cause any trouble? Any doot-da-doots get your attention?
Conductor: That's very nice. She used it in a sentence.
Flack: QT Jammer's dead.
Reiter: What'd he do? Jump out a window?
Stella: Now why would you say that?
[Talking about the shark tooth]
Mac: This tooth came right from the shark's mouth. So, the person who owned it caught the fish or knew the person who did.
Lindsay: That could be in Australia for all we know.
Adam: Hmm. My friend Grateloupia turuturu would beg to differ.
Mac: Brown algae?
Bobby Martin: It's a tragedy to all of us, Mrs Chandler, but the market goes on, by sunrise we'll be open for business and I'd be honored to make you a killing.
Stella: And I'd be honored to bust you for a killing.
Stella: As C-Exchange demands that all its brokers get printed when they get their Series 7 license....
Hawkes: What it didn't say was whether you take chloroform with your coffee.
Adam Ross: Strange case, you know. Bar nuts, shark tooth, tropical fish.
Detective Mac Taylor: Beta Splendon. Or Siamese Fighting Fish, to be exact. The brilliant colors are exclusive to males. Males in the same tank will kill each other.
Adam Ross: Ironic.
Detective Mac Taylor: No. Wild Wild Wet.
Adam Ross: [laughs] Whoa. That's a very hip, very salacious Manhattan club. It just kind of popped in your head like that?
Detective Mac Taylor: And your point?
Adam Ross: [flustered] Well... well I just - just didn't think that you would just...
Detective Mac Taylor: The bar's over on Broadway near Chelsea University, Fighting Fish on every table. It's a short train ride from where Randy Williams was found.
Adam Ross: [impressed] Ah you're the man, you can hang anywhere you want, huh?
Detective Mac Taylor: I was at the scene of a crime, Adam. The bouncers went a little overboard, ended up killing some kid from Staten Island. Shrimp cocktail is fantastic. Get me something more on that tooth.

[Mac leaves]

Adam Ross: [nods] I like shrimp.
Detective Don Flack: What's that bulge in your pocket? And don't get cute.

[On his way home from work, Danny had found a body in the subway. They are now done with the case, and he is leaving to go home once again]

Danny Messer: [on the phone with Mac] I'm gonna go straight home without finding any bodies.

Stuck on You [2.14]

Mac Taylor: You guys are on the music promoter.
Danny Messer: Like glue. [Mac walks away laughing]
Lindsay Monroe: He doesn't think that's funny. He's humoring you.
Danny: You don't know him like I do.
Danny: [seeing Mac playing bass in a club] Get outta here. You're kidding me? How did you know he played?
Lindsay: I figured it out. I could tell by the way he held the bass in the lab that he knew guitars and I knew he had a standing appointment on Wednesday. Could have been a shrink or yoga. But I took the music option.
Danny: I'm impressed.
Lindsay: Maybe you didn't know him as well as you thought.
Lindsay: [after indentifying the glue-victim as the music promoter] It's not as glamorous as I would have imagined. Where's the limo and the girls with the tight shirts?
Danny: Yeah, trust me. It's not like that at all.
Lindsay: You know more about this than your average CSI?
Danny: [in light reference to his baseball years] Yeah, I played for a while, enough to get a taste of the world, and that was enough for me.
Flack: [entering the lab, listing off] I've slept with a lot of women. Some wild, some crazy, some both.
Stella: [confused] 'Scuse me?
Flack: Carlo's words. Not mine.
Stella: [understanding] Ah.
Flack: 'Shoulda swung by the hospital to meet this guy. He's a piece of work. He calls himself the new American playboy. Lives, drinks, and breathes women. Again his words. With that in mind, as far as jealous exes go, lot of 'em.
Stella: Looks like Carlo's emerged as our primary target.
Flack: Five minutes into the interview, I wanted to kill him.
Danny Messer: [referring to a rock band] Wanna go see Rough Sects?

[Lindsay watches Mac shoot an arrow]

Det. Lindsay Monroe: Another weapon you're an expert with. I don't know if I should be impressed or worried.

Fare Game [2.15]

Don Flack: You don't call, you don't write- I was beginning to think you were seeing other detectives, William.
Stella Bonasera: When are these killers ever going to learn? You never leave a paper trail.
Danny: [bringing in some of the exotic cuisine] Who's going first?
Stella: You gotta be kidding.
Flack: Pass!
Hawkes: Uh-uh.
Lindsay: It's just protein. [takes a bite of fried tarantula and everyone looks on]
Mac: [smiling and holding out hand to Danny] Told you she'd do it.
Danny: [handing five dollars to Mac] All right, all right, here you go.
Mac: Okay! Pizza in my office. [Everyone but Lindsay and Danny leaves]
Lindsay: You bet Mac I wouldn't do it?
Danny: Yeah, what was I thinking? Never bet against a country girl.
Lindsay: [eating more] You know, actually it's not that bad.
Danny: Exotic cuisine. I'm talking about this thing that's going on at the Grand View Region this week. Black-tie affair and with the super-rich get together and they eat crazy stuff. I saw an ad for it yesterday.
Hawkes: Well that would explain the bow-tie, fancy-dress by the bed.
Danny: What do you think? You hungry?
Hawkes: Let's go.
Tony Collins: [holds up a bowl of live centipedes, a delicacy] Want one?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [really grossed out] Uh, no, I ate already.
Tony Collins: [nods sympathetically] They're not for everyone
Danny Messer: I'm from the upper east side.

[Messer takes one and eats it]

Danny Messer: .
Tony Collins: Tastes like chicken, right?
Danny Messer: No.

(later)

Hawkes: I can't believe you just ate that. (about the millipede)
Danny: Like swallowing a worm in a bottle of tequila.
Adam Ross: The penal code is his personal to-do list. You name a section and he's violated it.

Cool Hunter [2.16]

Danny Messer: (holding her in his arms for an experiment) Look you promised me drinks for this, but I think I'm going to need some dinner too.
Lindsay Monroe: I'm not going to give you anything if you don't get going. Make tracks, cowboy.
Mac Taylor: It sounds to me like you're starting to believe in the superstition.
Lindsay: I believe in the science.
Stella Bonasera: Know this guy?
Handball Player: Nope.
Stella:Try to imagine him alive.
Joe Green: You know what? I don't care that she used me. I loved her. I guess that makes me a chump, right?
Mac: No. [They shake hands]
Detective Mac Taylor: Betrayal is the oldest motive for murder in the book

Necrophilia Americana [2.17]

Lindsay Monroe: As soon as Hammerback's finished with you, I get to take the beetles back to the lab with me.
Danny Messer: Don't eat 'em. (he walks away)
Lindsay: You're a little late on that one.
Danny: (turns to look at Lindsay) Doesn't mean it's not funny.
Mac Taylor: (looking at Lindsay) Put your affinity for bugs to work
Lindsay: (sheepishly) I don't actually have an affinity for bugs.
Mac: The beetles were the first on the scene, we need to know what they know. (points at Lindsay) And no eating.
[Watching Mac reading to a little child in his office]
Lindsay: Under the heading, "Things I Never Thought I'd See."
Detective Danny Messer: So this guy walks over to a place he's never been and dies of no apparent cause?
Detective Don Flack: At this point, yeah.

Live or Let Die [2.18]

Lindsay Monroe: Have you ever had an anonymous phone call from a woman?
Danny Messer: Sure, it’s happened.
Lindsay: Does it turn you on?
Danny: Whoa, slow down there, Montana. What did you have in mind?
Lindsay: Because rape isn’t about sex, it’s about control?
Flack: Would these eyes lie?
Lindsay: (talking about phone sex) How can anybody be satisfied with just that?
Flack: I heard a rumour you found our intern, Ryan Elliot.
Mac: He's on his way to autopsy now.
Flack: Did you, uh, happen to find anything else?
Mac: You wanna gimme a hint as to what exactly you're looking for, Flack?
Flack: An igloo cooler with a human liver inside it.
(As Mac's 'fishing' for the bullet in the gutter)
Midtown Fisherman: That's it, take your time, relax. Visualize. Become one with the gum.
(Mac has arrested Dr. Beaumont and he won't stop talking)
Mac: Dr Beaumont, you have the right to remain silent. Use it.
Detective Danny Messer: [Danny and Mac need to retrieve a piece of evidence from a sewer grate, and Tony, the Midtown Fisherman, has made a device he uses to "fish" things out of grates on the street] Mr. Fisherman, we're in a hurry. Do me a favor, let us borrow your gadget.
Tony the Midtown Fisherman: [glaring] No. Get your own.

[Mac pulls out his badge and shows it to Tony]

Detective Mac Taylor: Please.
Tony the Midtown Fisherman: [to Danny] You see that? A little politeness goes a long way
Detective Mac Taylor: Now you had something Mr. Beaumont. Something that some of us who recently lost a loved one never had. Time. Time to make the most of what was left. That's what's precious.
Angie Watson: You have very beautiful eyes, y'know that?
Detective Don Flack: Thank you, now why don't tell me about the night you got collared.
Angie Watson: You got a girlfriend?
Detective Don Flack: Who did you give your gun to, Angie?
Angie Watson: I've been here before. Some cop or D.A. gets me to tell 'em what they need to know, makes a lot of promises, and how they're gonna get me out, a week later I'm still here in the same kind of trouble I was in before I said anything.

Detective Don Flack: We'll work something out. Would these eyes lie?

Supermen [2.19]

Danny Messer: Don't tell me you know a little something about football, please.
Lindsay Monroe: Is that so hard to believe?
Danny: No, it's just dangerous. I might ask you to marry me.
Adam: What would make a man want to put on a superhero suit and risk it all?
Sheldon Hawkes: The naïve belief that one man could make a difference
Hawkes: Now it's time for us to use our superpowers.
Stella Bonasera: When you were a little kid, did you ever tie a towel around your neck, pretend to be a superhero. A little Mac-man?
Mac Taylor: Seargent Rock. You couldn't get me out of fatigues when I was a kid.
Carter England: Oh come on, Flack. I thought we were supposed to be like brothers.
Don Flack: Yeah, well, sometimes, brothers fight
(After finding a dead body dressed as Superman)
Stella: Hey, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's-
Flack: Matthew Palmer.
(Lindsay has interrogated Charlene)
Charlene: Any more questions?
Lindsay: No.
(Charlene starts to walk away)
Lindsay: Just a suggestion. Stay in town.
Hawkes: Hey, guys! The stains on the money in Clark's drawer came back as Phenylene diamine, Naptha, Timemethylbenzene and a variety of coloured dyes.
Mac: Consistent with shoe polish.
Stella: You are good!
Mac: Me and Black-49 dye go way back. In the Marines, your shoes had to shine as brightly as your brass.
Adam Ross: That glass that Dr. Hawkes pulled from our John Doe... it tested positive for Krypton.
Det. Mac Taylor: Krypton?
Adam Ross: Kryptonite was Superman's only weakness.
Det. Stella Bonasera: Well, that explains everything.

Run Silent, Run Deep [2.20]

Don Flack: (to Paul Sabatini) Hey, boxer shorts, cold shower's this way.
(Mac and Sid are examining Salvador Zabo's body)
Mac Taylor: Tattoo's been removed. Can you lift it?
Sid: I can lift the Titanic if you give me proper tools.
Stella Bonasera: La Perla underwear. These babies sell for 350 dollars.
Danny Messer: I get my BVDs in a three-pack for 10 bucks. Boom.
Danny: I don't need a boss. I need a friend.
Danny: What is it, Montana? You beeped me 911, are you all right?
Lindsay Monroe: The DNA sample we found from the cigarrette in the endzone came back to an internal control sample.
Danny: What do you mean? That means the smoker works here at the lab. How can that be? (pauses as Lindsay hands him the report) Have you told anybody else about this?
Lindsay: No, just you. (Danny walks off. Lindsay looks confused/concerned)
Mac: (To Danny) We did all we could forensically, but in the end, it was your brother who saved you.
Stella: You wear spray-on stockings, correct?
Melanie: Yeah. Makes my legs look sexy, see? I don't like fishnets. They give me an itch. (runs her foot up Stella's leg)
Stella: Give it up, Melanie. I like men.
Danny Messer: [looking at his brother Louie in a hospital bed after being beaten] I understand why you did what you did, and I love you.
Detective Don Flack: Dispatch just called. Someone did a hospital job on Louie Messer, Danny's brother. Beat him within an inch of his life.

All Access [2.21]

(Stella is found passed out on her apartment floor)
Mac: Stella. Stella. Stella!
Stella Bonasera: (wakes up)...Where's Frankie?
Mac: You're not a CSI on this one, Stella. You're a victim.
Lindsay Monroe: Enough with the dumbass, okay, Blake? Clothes you were wearing last night are being tested for gunshot residue. You were at the scene. You're wasting our time! (storms out of the room)
Danny Messer: Blake, sit tight for a while, all right? Reconsider your answer. (goes out after Lindsay) Montana! What's up? This guys about to fold, ease up. (grabbing Lindsay's arm)
Lindsay: (yanks her arm away) You know what, Danny? Maybe you should just handle this case by yourself, okay?
Danny: Mac's handling Stella's situation. All right? If he needs us, he'll let us know. But until then..
Lindsay: I just wish there was something we could do to help.
Danny: You know what Stella would say, what we could do to help the most is close this Russo case. All right?
(in the hospital, Stella talks about her ex-boyfriend, Frankie, trying to remember what happened the night she was attacked in her apartment)
Stella: He'd never even been to my apartment. That was one of my rules, 'no guys in the apartment' in case something goes bad. That way I always have a safe place to go back to.
(backstage at the Kid Rock concert)
Security Guard: No passes, no access.
Lindsay: (holds up police badge) Will this do?
Security Guard: Hey, sorry. (Lets Lindsay and Mac pass)
Mac: (To Kid Rock) You know how many guilty people sing that same song?
(Stella pleads with her ex-boyfriend, who has her captive in her apartment)
Stella: You caught me off balance. I do love you, Frankie, that statue you made for me was beautiful. I meant to answer your messages, really I did...
Frankie: (quietly) But you didn't. (Stella's face shows her dismay) You didn't answer my messages. You didn't call. That tape was a testament to our love and you spurned it. You don't love me. You're going to pay for not loving me.
Danny: Hair from the... kinkapoodle? What is it?
Stella: Thanks for staying with me, Don.
Flack: Well, it's my job. Not to mention you're my friend.
Stella: Well, you're a very good friend.
Felicia Badman: (about a dead limousine driver) That jerk. He said he'd give me a pass if I...
Lindsey: If you...
Felicia: If I. And... I did.
Danny: 10 o'clock to 11 o'clock, last night, your whereabouts, those two concepts in one answer please, Mr. Mathers.
Det. Mac Taylor: Somebody doesn't like Harry Belafonte.
Det. Don Flack: You've been through a hell of an event, Stella.
Det. Mac Taylor: We need to do a full workup, including rape kit.

Stealing Home [2.22]

Danny Messer: Hey Montana! See a view like this, huh? Beats the wheat fields, no?
Lindsay Monroe: Have you ever even seen a wheat field? (walks away)
Danny: (to himself) What's to see? It's just wheat.
Lindsay: Do you think Danny calls me Montana because I'm a 49ers fan?
Sid Hammerback: He calls you that because he's got a crush on you.
(Mac and Hawkes enter the Jeffries' apartment.)
Mac Taylor: Welcome to the house of trinogamy.
Hawkes: Wow, I gotta admit this was not what I expected.
Mac: I'll bite. What were you expecting?
Hawkes: I dunno...lava lamps, weird tapestry, a robo-spanker, maybe a couple of big--
Mac: (cuts him off) All right, all right. I'm sorry I asked.

(all looking at the victim wearing a glitzy costume)

Stella: Mac, are you seeing this?
Mac: Yeah, a mermaid. Why not?
Lindsay: No throwing this one back.
Mac: This one's a keeper.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: [to Hawkes] You ever have a threesome? It's not as glorious as you might imagine. It's complicated in dealing with different personalities and hey, sometimes you're just not in the mood, if you know what I mean. It's hard enough explaining that to one woman, let alone two.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [interrupting] Sid.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: [continuing] And then there's...
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Sid.

[motions the body]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Anything else?
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Oh. Just some trace on Don Juan's right fingers. I'll send a sample to the lab.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Okay.

[Goes to leave]

Dr. Sid Hammerback: There were these two vivacious young ladies - course I was much younger than I am now...
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Sid, I gotta go. I gotta go

[after the victim's widow sees his dead body]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: I hate that part. It's like being back at the morgue again.
woman 1: (walks to the crime scene and sees the victim)That's my husband! That's my husband!
woman 2: (walks to the crime scene few minutes later)That's my husband! That's my husband!

Heroes [2.23]

[Giving a toast to Aiden Burn who was killed while working as a private investigator]
Messer: To Aiden.

(as they are processing a vehicle)

Lindsay: Danny talks about her a lot. Aiden. They were close. I wish I could have met her.
Stella: (smiling) You would have liked her.
Danny: (very upset,charging in) Mac, is this him, the scumbag that killed Aiden?!
Mac: Danny, get out of here.
Danny: Just let me talk to him. Aww. I will get him to crack, I promise you that.
Mac: How?! By tuning him up? Stella's got the case, she knows what to do!
Danny: This is Aiden! She's one of our own, Mac!
Mac: That's why we can't make any mistakes. We do this one by the book, understand?
Danny: (getting calm) All right, I just wanted to help.
Mac: I know. Me too.
Flack: Unfortunately, low-lifes know it's Fleet Week also. Servicemen are easy targets because they're easy to spot.
Mac: A uniform isn't a bullseye, it's a badge of honor.
Flack: Once a Marine, always a Marine.
Mac: And if you've attacked one of us, you've attacked us all.
Det. Stella Bonasera: That woman burned beyond recognition in your car, was a DETECTIVE!
Captain Flood: A corps of well-trained Marines will kick the crap out of anyone else in the world.

Charge of this Post [2.24]

[On their way to the crime scene.]
Lindsay Monroe: It's quite a shindig.
Don Flack: Sunday block parties. Springtime in New York City.
Lindsay: Right in the middle of the street, huh?
Flack: Where do they have them in Montana?
Lindsay: Wyoming.
Smith: How did you know what to do?
Mac Taylor: I've lived through this moment before.
Mac: I'm glad you stayed.
Stella Bonasera: That's what we do; we take care of each other.
Mac:Stay with me, Don. Stay with me.
Mac: Squeeze my hand, Don.
Ellen Fielding: Laptops were stolen from an agency car two weeks ago. [Mac scoffs in disbelief] Maybe we could jam the phone somehow, close down the system?
Det. Mac Taylor: It's too late for that; we have a little under ninety minutes. By the time we close down every phone, every radio, every walkie-talkie...
Ellen Fielding: We can close down secure networks.
Det. Mac Taylor: It's not about the networks! Anyone can return a page! There are eight million New Yorkers, six million cell phones, any one of which could trigger the next bomb!
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Season 3

People With Money [3.1]

Lindsay Monroe: I'll do a little demonstration.
Stella Bonasera: I love it when she does this.
Clarence Rome: I'm busting a gut here. You should take this show on the road.
Danny Messer: Yeah, I might.
Lindsay: So, Flack, how many numbers did you get?
Don Flack: I don't like where you're going with this, Monroe.
Lindsay: [suprise look] Really. How many?
Flack: Three.
Stella: Everybody loves a hero.
[Flack is flirting with some techs.]
Stella: Impressing your fans with your battle wounds?
Flack: They were concerned about my recovery. I was just putting them at ease.
[Sid is talking about necrophilia.]
Sheldon Hawkes: You're going to that creepy place again, Sid.
Danny Messer: Hey, what happened? I don't see Benton breathing down your neck. He take the training wheels off?
Det. Jennifer Angell: You here to bust my balls or to work, Messer?
Sheldon Hawkes: Oooh, Angell got her wings, huh?
Asad, the personal bodyguard: I told her I couldn't have sex with her....personal reasons.
Danny Messer: So tell us how the rest of the night went,...player.
Hammerback: Did you know that, when Egyptian Princesses died, they were not embalmed for several days to prevent necrophilia. The natural degradation of the body made it unappealing even to the most deviant of men. Why someone would want to have sex with a lifeless body in the first place...
Hawkes: Sid?
Hammerback: I mean it's counterintuitive...
Hawkes: Sid? Sid!
Hammerback: What?
Hawkes: You're going to that creepy place again.
Detective Mac Taylor: So Sam's plan was to propose to someone else on the bridge, then pick up Erica Lancaster to "talk".
Detective Stella Bonasera: Translation: end their relationship.
Detective Mac Taylor: Get dressed. Plunge is over.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: All roads lead to Rome.

Not What It Looks Like [3.2]

[Lindsay holds a diamond necklace that was knocked out of the jewelry case during a robbery.]
Danny Messer: Don’t even think about it, Montana.
Lindsay Monroe: This necklace is worth more than I make in a year. It’s crazy.
Danny: I don’t see the big deal. Diamond is just an allotrope of the element carbon.
Lindsay: Spoken like a true romantic.
Stella Bonasera: They’re all dressed as Holly Golightly.
Lindsay: Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Except I don’t get it. I don’t remember Holly Golightly ever robbing a jewelry store.
Stella: You’re right. It was a love story.
Lindsay: No love here.
Stella: (to Lindsay) Size two will get you in.
Sid Hammerback: This is one of the most well-preserved mummies I’ve seen in my many years as a pathologist. The environmental conditions of temperature and humidity and ventilation must have been just optimum. I can only compare it to the best sex you’ve ever had, reaching climax at precisely that…
Peyton Driscoll: All right, Sid, you can help.
Danny: (Hawkes is laughing at him because of the dog) What?
Sheldon Hawkes: You know what they say about dogs and their owners. The resemblance is uncanny. (laughs)
Danny: That’s funny
Hawkes: You know, Messer, I imagined you with something a little meatier.
Danny: He’s a loaner.
Hawkes: I’m sure he is.
Danny: I’ll be in Reconstruction, you clown.
Danny Messer: [to Stella] Yeah, I know: I look like the dog!
Dr. Sid Hammerback: [Sid and Peyton are flipping a coin to see who gets to do the autopsy on Pauline Rayburn. Peyton wins] It's heads. She's yours. Can--can I at least watch? This is one of the most well-preserved mummies I've seen in my many years as a pathologist. The environmental conditions of temperature and humidity and ventalation must have been just, you know, optimum. You can only compare it to the best sex you've ever had, reaching climax at precisely that--that...
Dr. Peyton Driscoll: [Interrupting] All right, Sid, you can help. But I get to print her.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Fair enough.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Danny, you've been staring at that same piece of glass for five minutes. [Smirks] Can I bag it for you or are you waiting for it to turn back into sand?
Sal Bovado: I swear to you, I totally forgot about that gun. I wanna make it very clear that I am not a cop killer. It was sincerly intended for anyone else but you, Officer.

[pause] That didn't come out right.

Detective Mac Taylor: [Shows a picture of Pauline Rayburn] Tell me about Pauline Rayburn.
Sal Bovado: Don't know her.
Detective Mac Taylor: [Shows a picture of a mummified Pauline Rayburn] Know her now?
Sal Bovado: [Disgusted] No, I don't. Yo, man, I'm sensitive to graphic material.
Adam Ross: [to Mac] You were born to do this work. [Mac laughs]
Detective Danny Messer: [goes over to her as she puts on a bulletproof-vest] What do you think you're doin'?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Danny, I'll be fine.
Detective Danny Messer: We have undercovers who can do this, all right? It's not our job
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Well, it is now. We're out of time. You heard what she said, if we don't get in there in four minutes, her friend dies

Love Run Cold [3.3]

Sid: Tonya Nettles was stone-cold sober.
Danny Messer: Aren't most people when they're at work?
Sid: I'll ignore the implication of the question, detective.
Stella Bonasera: What makes someone want to run 26.2 miles anyway?
Danny: Lindsay Monroe! Can I talk to you for a second?
Lindsay: Yeah.
Danny: I have to know what's going on with you. OK, I mean, you and I have this thing, right? This chemistry, like we're into each other, but every time we were in the same room today it's like... (Lindsay stares at the floor) Don't tell me you don't feel it also.
Lindsay: I can't do this, Danny.
Danny: Can't do what?
Lindsay: I can't be in a relationship with you.
Danny: I'm not I just- I just- I don't... I'm talking about spending some time together, dinner, a few drinks, some laughs.
Lindsay: Look Danny. I like you... A lot, but right now I can't. It's not you, okay? It's - I need to be by myself so I can.. Work some stuff out.. that I thought I had.. put behind me. I didn't mean for this to happen.
Danny: It's okay.
Lindsay: Maybe we should just do our jobs. (walks away)
Danny: If there's anything you need from me, just let me know, OK?
Sid: (during the autopsy) Cause of death was not natural, he was in superb shape, lungs, heart, all the vital organs are near perfect.
Mac: So you're saying... he's actually still alive?
Lindsay: (as they are walking) So what else do we got?
Danny: Wanna get some lunch?
Lindsay: Danny, Mac wants us to wrap this up.
Danny: Sure, but he doesn't want us to starve to death.
Lindsay: What else did Adam say?
Danny: What do you mean?
Lindsay: I mean, that's who you were talking to, right?
Danny: Yeah, but what makes ya think he said anything else? (she stops and puts her hands on her hips, he turns to look back) Wh…What I just wanna go get something to eat! (just looks at her and starts again) All right…that gum you found, matched it to the dental impressions from the vic, nothing.
Lindsay: DNA and teeth impressions were both negative?
Danny: Negative.
Lindsay: I'm gonna go back and look at the gum.
Danny: No, no, no, no, no, Adam looked at the gum! I Just wanna grab a slice! I'm starvin' here!" (looks around) "Where am I?"
Detective Danny Messer: Colin Flynn?
Colin Flynn: Yeah, that's me.
Detective Danny Messer: NYPD, we got a couple of questions for you, alright?
Colin Flynn: Do I have to answer?
Detective Don Flack: I'm a cop, not a lawyer... but yeah, you do.

[Stella and Hawkes walk into Mac's office]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Autopsy results?
Detective Mac Taylor: This is a good one. A runner who somehow has frostbite on his face in 90 degree heat, who died of carbon monoxide poisoning in the middle of Central Park.

[Mac smirks, as Hawkes just looks dumbfounded]

Detective Stella Bonasera: That's just... [thinks for a brief moment] not possible.

[referring to the New York Marathon]

Detective Stella Bonasera: What makes someone want to run 26.2 miles anyway?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: [Lindsay is looking up] She was stabbed with an icicle?
Detective Danny Messer: That's cold.
Detective Mac Taylor: Not cold enough. Our evidence is about to turn into a big pool of water.

[the icicle in the victim is melting]

Hung Out to Dry [3.4]

Stella Bonasera: Did some research on the Hydra.
Mac Taylor: Whoa, research - you're Greek, don't you know all that stuff?
Stella: Even we Greeks have to brush up on our mythology once in a while.
John Hayes: [to Mac and Danny] All right, so you two are the smart cops.
Danny Messer: Yeah, somewhere along the way we learned to read.
Lindsay Monroe Prints were a bust. CODIS was about as helpful as FEMA.
Mac: (To Hawkes) Shane Casey, he's coming after you.
John Hayes: Still browsing?
Danny Messer: How much are they?
John Hayes: $29 a piece
Danny Messer (snorts) I think we'll stick to Barney's!
Flack: (concerning the beheaded victim found hanging from the ceiling fan) Britney and Kevin came to do the nasty, instead they found the nasty. Decapitated, no sign of the head.
Sid: (to Sheldon & Mac about the victim) The rawness of the flesh indicates she was alive during the beheading, but I bet she didn't feel a thing. Her blood alcohol level was 0.26 blotto. The highest I've ever registered was 0.23, but that was in celebration of my first divorce, and I fell down a flight of stairs, didn't feel a thing.

[the team arrives to investigate a murder at a college fraternity party]

Detective Stella Bonasera: Witnesses? Sober ones anyway?
Det. Don Flack: Nah. I waited for you to get here before I started my interviews, looking forward to that by the way. I swear to you, if one of them calls me "bro"...

[Don is questioning a fraternity member with alcohol bottles taped to his hands]

Frat Guy: It's called "Edward-40-Hands", you know, like "Edward Scissor Hands", but with 40s.
Det. Don Flack: Get out of here.
Frat Guy: No serious, that's what they call it.
Det. Don Flack: No, I mean get out of my face, I never want to see you again, go!
Frat Guy: Whatever, bro.
Detective Stella Bonasera: College tuition: $40,000. Room and Board: $10,000. Puking and passing out on your parent's dime: Priceless.
Danny:(to Shane Casey)You're only one normal guy at this place.
Shane CaseyThanks, detective.(Than he walks away and Danny sees he wears a skirt.)

Oedipus Hex [3.5]

[To Razzi Suicide who is acting childishly during interrogation]
Lindsay Monroe: Do I need to give you a time-out?
Danny Messer: (To a girl with pink hair) Is that your natural hair color?
Nixon Suicide: (to Danny) : Being with a Suicide Girl, you don't know what you're missing!
Danny: (to Albert/Y Monster about Omen's death) You thought Omen 'n' Al meant you and her. (almost laughing) What you never figured was, it was her and her.
Moody: I'm all about the business.
Stella: That's right, loan shark, drugs, gambling, fencing stolen goods, how much was Chopper Tevis in to you for?
Moody: Interests mount up.
Flack: The only things mounting up in your world, brother, are charges.
Detective Mac Taylor: No. I don't feel you. If I find out you're lying, you're gonna be feeling me.
Detective Danny Messer: [Finds a design on the victim's underwear] SG? What the hell does that stand for?
Adam Ross: I know what SG stands for. Yeah, I, uh, used to date one of them and uh, phew, yeah she kind of broke my heart. It was a long time ago.
Detective Danny Messer: Nevermind, nevermind. What's this mean?
Adam Ross: Oh, uh, she's a Suicide Girl.
Detective Stella Bonasera: [Reading from a piece of paper the victim had in his sock] "In my darkest moment, when all seems lost, you are at my side."
Detective Mac Taylor: [Coming up from behind] I appreciate you too, Stella.
Taurus Tevis: [Sees Mac] Yo. [Sees Flack] 'Sup, Blue?

[Flack gives him the nod]

[about playing basketball in Harlem]

Detective Don Flack: I've been the resident Larry Bird five years running.

[their victim's mother has arrived]

Detective Lindsay Monroe: I need you to take this, okay?
Detective Danny Messer: Why?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: I'm no good with mothers, all right? Fathers, I can give bad news to all day long. I can't face mothers. I need you to take it.
Detective Danny Messer: All right. Okay, I got it.

Open and Shut [3.6]

Stella Bonasera: This case is different. Hell, I'm different. I know what it's like to be trapped in your home. And I have a vivid memory of that horrible moment when you realize the only way out is a bullet. I have no choice but to be emotionally involved in this case.
Grace Thomason: You know, I read somewhere that you shot your boyfriend. Three times in the chest, point blank.
Stella Bonasera: That was self-defense.
Grace Thomason: Oh, yeah?
Stella Bonasera: I was a victim, you are a cold-blooded murderer.
Mac Taylor: We want a reference sample.
Tony DeLuca: What, so you can put it on some government database? Forget it, I know my rights.
Flack: Yeah, we've got rights, too--they're called warrants.
Sid: (with the impaled hotel concierge) When I was an intern, they brought in a guy who had fallen off a loading dock onto a container of steel reinforcement rods. Talk about a thousand points of light.
Detective Stella Bonasera: [to Grace Thomason] Framing a man with known mental problems, very imaginative. But then, you're a therapist. You'd know who to pick.
Tony DeLuca: The only reason I was with that girl was because I was doing Mandi a favor.
Detective Don Flack: Having sex with the hotel concierge was a favor?
Detective Mac Taylor: You got anything on the railing?
Adam Ross: That's a joke, right?
Detective Mac Taylor: Call it wishful thinking.
Adam Ross: Huh, it's got more trace on it than a public restroom. Actually, I have no idea what I'm looking for here.
Detective Mac Taylor: Sometimes you don't know what you're looking for until you find it.
[a tech hands him a folder] Thank you. [He opens it] Our photographer's prints didn't
match the print we found on the vic. We got a hit on someone else. See if you can put her
on the railing.
Adam Ross: [Reads the folder] Mandi Foster? Oh, oh, I love Mandi Foster.
[Mac smiles and leaves]

Murder Sings the Blues [3.7]

Mac Taylor: Science is our integrity.
[Flack is holding up the cake-topper bride's head in a evidence bag]
Don Flack: Do you, Stella Bonasera, take Veronica as a crazy with a motive?
Stella Bonasera: I do.
Lindsay Monroe: I'm just going to go check on..
Mac Taylor: No, you stay here, Lindsay.
[To a man in a blue party]
Lindsay Monroe: NYPD as in Blue, let's see what you make of that.

Consequences [3.8]

Don Flack: Get outta here. Ya gotta have a Master's degree in Chemistry just to run drugs these days.
[Looking at a Macy's Day Nutcracker Balloon]
Mac Taylor: They build these balloons in sections and divide them into compartments.
Sheldon Hawkes: Yup, well, that would explain the limp arm.
Mac: The bullet's somewhere inside all that polyurethane. Thought you might wanna do the autopsy. For old times' sake.
Hawkes: (smiling) This job is never boring.
Mac: (to Flack) The cop who did this, I hope he goes away for a very long time, because he disgraced the badge we both wear.
Reed: (To Stella) Are you Claire Conrad?
Stella Bonasera: No
Mac: You mean Claire Conrad-Taylor?...She was my wife.
Stella: Verna Welke?
Trina: Yes?
Stella: I've come for the alien?
Detective Stella Bonasera: I think somebody's following me.
Detective Mac Taylor: What makes you think that?
Detective Stella Bonasera: I'm hearing footsteps and seeing shadows and glimpses of something or someone and - [sighs] Look, I know this sounds crazy but I really feel like I'm being watched.
Detective Mac Taylor: This is at your place?
Detective Stella Bonasera: No. No, actually it's, uh, as I go into work, twice on the subway, while I was shopping today.
Detective Mac Taylor: When did this start?
Detective Stella Bonasera: Uh, about a week ago. I first felt it when I dropped off your birthday gift at your place.
Detective Mac Taylor: Well, I'll assign a patrol unit. We'll have some guys outside your place.
Detective Stella Bonasera: No, no that's not necessary.
Detective Mac Taylor: [Mac's phone rings] Taylor. Okay. [He hangs up] A homocide on Lafayette. Come on, I'll drop you off at home, it's on the way.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Nah, no, it's okay. I wanna enjoy every last minute of my day off. Just telling you makes me feel a lot better, okay?
Detective Mac Taylor: Okay, I'll call ya.

[He leaves]

.

Sheldon Hawkes: [about to perform an "autopsy" on a giant, inflated Nutcracker balloon] This job is never boring.

.

Detective Mac Taylor: I'm just asking questions, Don.
Detective Don Flack: No, you're not just asking questions, Mac. Come on, I know you. You wouldn't be here talking to me if you hadn't already tracked the chain of custody, checked with property, and called the DEA agents. And let me tell you something, cocaine from that raid wouldn't last six months on the street. So what is this? My interrogation?
Detective Mac Taylor: You're overreacting.
Detective Don Flack: Well maybe I am, but let me save you a little bit of time - none of my guys took a thing.
Detective Mac Taylor: You can't be sure of that. You weren't there. You just said you didn't remember.
Detective Don Flack: It didn't happen, Mac.
Detective Mac Taylor: You're listed on the DD5 as the recorder on the scene. You had to take everything down in your memo book - every detective who was there, who searched the room, who found the drugs.
Detective Don Flack: You askin' me for it?
Detective Mac Taylor: You can check your notes or you can let me do it.
Detective Don Flack: Is this official business?
Detective Mac Taylor: It's a request, from a friend.
Detective Don Flack: Then I'm gonna have to think about it.

[He walks away]

.

Adam Ross: Hey guys.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Adam.
Adam Ross: Hey Danny, you remember that rust stuff you found in the alley?
Detective Danny Messer: Rust stuff? Rust stuff? You respect the time it took me to collect that, at least call it "trace."
Adam Ross: Okay. Contained traces of molasses and non-human blood. Bear blood to be exact.
Detective Stella Bonasera: What?
Adam Ross: North American Grizzly Bear. But, but there's more. The blood on this rock is a match to Cyrus Menlo, but it's also a match to the blood found on these leaves.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Both human blood, right?
Adam Ross: Right. [Holds the two leaves up]But you put them together like this and shazam.
Detective Danny Messer: You got one leaf - with a hole in the middle of it.
Adam Ross: A hole probably made from a spike or something with a jagged edge. Right, huh, you see where I'm going here?
Detective Stella Bonasera: Bear blood, molasses, leaves with human blood on them, a spike and a jagged edge, you're talking bear traps.
Adam Ross: Yes, you win the washer and dryer.
Detective Danny Messer: Whoa, whoa, whoa, help me out here. You're telling me Cyrus Menlo was caught in a bear trap?
Adam Ross: Yeah.
Detective Danny Messer: You're crazy.
Adam Ross: It's the only conclusion we can arrive at with this evidence.
Detective Danny Messer: So Tanaka sets the bear trap, leads Cyrus Menlo down the alley, Tanaka goes into the warehouse...
Adam Ross: - Bang bang, Tanaka gets shot. Cyrus walks out, steps in the trap while Tanaka bleeds to death inside the warehouse. Moral of the story, alright: stick with bowling. What up?

[He and Danny fist bump]

.

Adam Ross: Check this out. [He puts a slide under the microscope] Alright, look, look. It's a piece of the moon. A moon rock. Yeah, this rock is, is from the moon.
Detective Danny Messer: From the moon?
Adam Ross: Outer space.
Detective Danny Messer: Get outta here. Wow. How did a piece of the moon end up in the alley?
Adam Ross: I-I don't know. This stuff is illegal to have and somebody went through a lot of trouble to get it. I mean I've seen this stuff listed on eBay before, you know, and most of it isn't real, but if it is short of going to the moon they would have had to steal from NASA.
Detective Danny Messer: Something happened in that alley and I don't think it had anything to do with what happened in the warehouse.

.

Detective Mac Taylor: Don.
Detective Don Flack: Hey.
Detective Mac Taylor: You know why I'm here.
Detective Don Flack: Do you care about the consequences?
Detective Mac Taylor: I know this isn't easy for you.
Detective Don Flack: I'm not talking about me, Mac. I'm talking about the hundred of arrests this cop was involved in, the thugs who are going to be screaming for an appeal because his credibility's in question, and the ones who are going to go free despite the fact they're guilty and he did everything by the book. I'm talking about child molesters, rapists, murderers.
Detective Mac Taylor: Kym Tanaka's shooter stepped over his body and collected shell casings. He stuck his fingers into the victim's shoulder wound to retrieve a bullet all to save his own ass. He was there to sell drugs, poison, that destroys families, creates addicts out of babies in the womb, and accounts for twenty-three percent of the murders in this city. Don't make me subpena your memo book, Don. [Flack throws him the memo book. Mac walks away, stops, and turns back to Flack] The consequences I care about are the cops who never cross the line who now have to face critisim on suspicion because one of their own forgot the oath we took. Whichever one of these guys is found guilty I hope he goes away for a very long time because he disrespected the badge that you and I wear.

And Here’s to you, Mrs. Azrael [3.9]

Julie Rollins: You have to understand, my husband died last year, Heather was all I had.
Mac Taylor: There is nothing about this that I understand.
Sheldon Hawkes: It took three high-risk surgeries practicing my profession to realize that I didn't want to be the one who would stand over somone when they took their last breath. So, I took a job at the ME's office. Because I thought that if God did have a last say in death, I could at least do something about it if they were taken too soon. At least that's what I keep telling myself.
Danny Messer: Hey, you're still a doctor, Sheldon.
Mac: (about his father) He spent the last eight months in bed on a feeding tube. Eventually, the medicine didn't do anything for the pain, so one day, he asked me...he begged me to end it for him. I couldn't do it.
Hawkes: You made the right choice.
[Mac looks unsure]
Don Flack: Didn't appreciate that, Matt. See, this here is a new pair of pants. And I don't get uniform allowance. So I suggest you make it up to me by makin' the rest of this very easy (Flack pats down Matt). Check out what Mr. Goodwrench had in his backpocket. Set of lockpick tools.
Matt: What can I say? I'm always losin' my apartment keys.
[Flack shoves his shoulder lightly]
Flack: Hey, what did I tell you 'bout makin' things easy?
Adam: There you are. I've been trying to reach you guys.
Danny: My phone drowned.
(Adam takes the phone and sniffs it)
Adam: Ahhh. Bean-O-Rama.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Mac, been meaning to ask. I'd like you to consider coming to our house for Thanksgiving this year. My daughter's coming in, cousins from Philly. We do a really nice job. I use a Collins scalpel to carve the bird, it gets the meat paper-thin.
Detective Mac Taylor: I appreciate the offer, Sid.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Now you can't spend the holidays alone again. I'll drag you if I have to.
Detective Mac Taylor: You're gonna have to add some meat to that skinny frame of yours if you're gonna be making threats, and I was about to say I do have plans this year, thank you.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: [pause] Oh. I'm intrigued.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: What are you working on?
Adam Ross: Oh, just some trace that Sid found in the crease of our vic's mouth. Mac asked me to I.D. it.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Mind if I take a look?
Adam Ross: Oh, please, knock yourself out.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [Looks at the slide] Are you kidding me?
Adam Ross: It's krill. Pelagic, shrimp-like crustacean of the family Euphuasiid.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: How did it get in our vic's mouth?
Adam Ross: I'm working on that. See, krill is one of the main ingredients used in salt water fish food.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: There's an aquarium in the visitor's lounge at the hospital. Nice.

[He punches Adam in the chest]

Adam Ross: [Rubbing his chest] Ow.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: You never went home last night, huh?
Detective Mac Taylor: Looks like you didn't, either.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Hey, I've got two miles of bandages to go through. What's your excuse?

Sweet 16 [3.10]

Lindsay Monroe: Nothing says Happy Birthday like a $60,000 car. You know, when I turned 16, I got my mom's used Pinto. I loved that car.
Mac: And what was the kid's name?
Landlord: [Shrugs] Kid.
Flack: They picked today for the stunt cos the conditions were perfect.
Danny: Yeah well there was a slight change in forecast, to cloudy, with a chance of birds.
Hawkes: This wasn't about Sweet 16, this was about outdoing the Jones'.
Danny: You guys in position?
Flack: Yeah, we're ready.
Danny: (Let's the bird go) Houston, we have lift off.
Mac: She opened a can of worms and found a snake.
Mac: (upset with an abusive dad) I'd give a year's pay to have two minutes alone in this room with you, but since that's not gonna happen, I'll just tell you this. You're gonna go to a place where you're never going to hurt Jesse again.

Raising Shane [3.11]

Captain Stanton Gerrard: (To Stella) Seems you and Taylor got a knack for hiring high-tech geeks with a penchant for commiting felonies.
Danny Messer: Why don't we step outside, grandpa? I'll show you what kind of geek I am.
Stella: Danny, get the hell outta here. Now. (to the Captain) Let me tell you something. If you ever threaten a member of my team again I will make it my personal mission to have your badge. The crime scene is yours, Captain.
(After handing the case over to Captain Stanton Gerrard)
Stella: I hate the view from this side of the tape.
Lindsay Monroe: So now what do we do?
Danny: Scratch our asses while these guys decide Hawkes' fate.
(Looking at the back of a DVD in an 'adult entertainment' shop)
Danny: "Art of Whore. When a soldier's unit is taken by surprise..."
Stella: Danny...
Danny: What, you don't want me to ruin the ending for you?
(To Det. Angell, who is bent over a half-naked body)
Danny: We interrupting something, Detective?
Stella: Lemme guess. Tom?
Peeking Tom: The man, the myth.
Stella Bonasera Detective Bonasera. The law, the order.
Peeking Tom: Freakin' junkies. I'm trying to run a reputable business here.
Danny: Reputable? You kiddin me?

Silent Night [3.12]

Gina Mitchum: (to Mac) I speak with my hands. You speak with your eyes.
Lindsay: I know I owe you an explaination. I can't tell you what's going on, not because I don't want to. Because I'm not sure I know myself.
Stella: You said you were the only one?
Lindsay: I survived a crime... a very uh, a terrible crime. Friends of mine were killed... (very sad) I could use a friend here, Stell.
Stella: You got one, kiddo.
Mac: (To Peyton) Look into my eyes because I need you to hear me. I can't promise I won't ever be hesitant ior cautious, but I am commited to making this work. trust me Peyton I dont want to lose you.
Hawkes: You want Gina to participate in the reconstruction? That would mean taking her home, back to the crime scene.
Mac: Gina heard every detail of that crime scene through her body, which makes her our best witness.
Stella: You can talk to me off the record, you know that, right?
Lindsay: What do you want me to say?
Stella: You left the crime scene Lindsay, I mean, I covered for you, but...
Lindsay: Yeah, thanks.
Stella: Look, if you have a problem you should tell someone, I'm just trying to help.
Lindsay: Well don't, OK? Just leave me alone.
Stella: Clearly I made a mistake about trying to be your friend here, so I'll be your boss: when you're requested at a crime scene you show up and you do your job. Speaking of your job, I expect to see you at the autopsy this afternoon.
Gina Mitchum: [in sign language] You helped me. And I wish I could help you now.
Detective Mac Taylor: [normally] What... makes you think something's wrong?
Gina Mitchum: [in sign language] I speak with my hands. You speak with your eyes.
Detective Mac Taylor: Your husband is a lawyer. Did he have any enemies, or recent problems at work?
Officer Marty Santucci: [translating for Gina] My husband didn't kill Allison.
Detective Mac Taylor: That wasn't my question.
Officer Marty Santucci: [translating] You speak with your eyes.

Obsession [3.13]

Sheldon Hawkes: I guess our vic's outta the race.
Danny Messer: And he finished dead last!
(looking at a dead body in the lab)
Stella Bonasera: So we're possibly looking at New York City's best-dressed kidnapper.
Mac Taylor: And our kidnap victim is missing.
(after Dr. Sid Hammerback determines that the murder weapon is a foot)
Danny Messer: Right foot of a woman?
Dr. Sid Hammerback (surprised): Right... It is correct. And female would explain the traces of red nail polish I found in the wound.
Danny Messer: So our murder is a one-legged barefoot woman, who´s got serious kung-fu skills.
(talking to the secretary of a murdered suspect)
Mac Taylor: What was he doing during these four hours?
Secretary: I don´t know. Once a month he tells me to block out four or five hours like that, I never ask. I figured he´s seeing a shrink or something?
Mac Taylor (watching the secretary carefully): Did he need a shrink?
Secretary: Do I have to answer that? I mean, I really don't like talking badly about dead people.
(at the crime scene covered in snow)
Danny: Stop shivering like a girl, Adam. It's not even that cold out here.
Adam: (teeth chattering) I'm from Phoenix. 85 degrees is considered freezing.
Danny: Cupcake.
Detective Don Flack: The kids who found him claimed that their friend's football may have killed the man. [Stella and Mac both give him a look] I locked 'em up just for fun.

The Lying Game [3.14]

Sheldon Hawkes: Hey. I thought you'd left. You okay?
Lindsay Monroe: Yeah. Just, uh, tying up some loose ends. Have you seen Danny?
Hawkes: Yeah, he's out in the field.
Lindsay: (holding up a card) Could you, make sure that he sees this?
Hawkes: That's how you're going to tell him you're leaving? A card? At least call him. Give him a chance to say good-bye.
(about a skateboard being used as a weapon)
Danny Messer: My mother always told me those things were dangerous.
Mac: (enters his office to see Stella and Lindsay waiting for him) Something wrong?
Stella: Lindsay's gonna take off for a little while.
Mac: When?
Lindsay: I leave tomorrow for Montana. A couple of months ago I got a call from the Bozeman's prosecutors office. They apprehend a suspect who was wanted in a multiple homicide ten years ago. Four girls. They were uh... they were friends of mine. I was the only witness.
Mac: And the only survivor as I remember.
Stella: They want her to testify.
Lindsay: I still see their faces. My friends faces. The mothers' faces... I don't know what I'm more scared of. Standing in front of the monster who did this... or seeing those faces. (she gets up as Stella gives her a hug)
Stella: Hey, you take care of youself, kiddo.
Lindsay: Thanks.
Mac: (gives Lindsay a hug) You're tough, Lindsay. You'll pull through this.
Detective Stella Bonasera: What would a woman be doing in the men's bathroom?
Detective Don Flack: I can think of several reasons. All with happier endings.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Are we looking at a hate crime here?
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Transgendered showgirl drowned in a public toilet - sound like love to you?

[as Danny and Flack gather the skateboards]

Skateboard Shop Clerk: Those are collector's items!
Detective Danny Messer: And we're collecting them.

Some Buried Bones [3.15]

(examining a statue with blood on it)

Mac Taylor: I think we just found our prime suspect.
Don Flack: I love this job.

(viewing the store surveillance tape as a shimmer walks across the screen)

Stella: Did the camera malfunction?
Danny: Either that or 5th Avenue's haunted.
Reed: (sadly) I'd like to know where my mom's buried.
Mac: She wasn't. Her body was never found. No trace at all. But they're . . . we're still looking.
Mac: (thinking) Will you walk into my parlor?
Hawkes: Said the spider to the fly.
Angel: (about their suspect) Security claims they got her on camera, stealing men's clothing.
Danny: She's keeping busy. Maybe she's stealling for her boyfriend too.
Stella: Well, she's stealing a number of items in a variety of sizes.
Angel: Than she's not just stealing for two.
Danny: Probably fencing the stuff.
Angell: This is not pawn shop goods she's taking down. These are exclusive items.
Stella: For an exclusive clientele... she's a personal shop-lifter.
Danny: (holding a stolen purse) Hey Stell? You think this thing could be worth twenty five thou?
Stella: If you buy in retail, add another two-grand for sales tax.
Danny: Sickening. For that kinda scratch, I could buy a brand new Harley and have some change in my pocket afterwards.
Detective Stella Bonasera: So did our vic surprise a shoplifter?
Detective Danny Messer: Shoplifter surprised him with a bullet.
Detective Mac Taylor: [Noticing Reed walking into his office] Reed.
Reed Garrett: [Walking into Mac's office] Mac, um, I told them I was family.
Detective Mac Taylor: [Walking over to Reed] You okay? What's Wrong?
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] I knew Brian Miller, the kid you found in the maze. We worked on the college paper together. We were friends.
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] I'm sorry. Look, I can't say much about the case right now.
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] I get it, I just, I wanna tell you what i know.
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] Okay.
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] Um, well he's under more stress than the usual,you know? He was spending all his free time writing, writing this piece for the college paper, he's been writing it for the last year and a half. He said that it was his Watergate, You know? It was something that was gonna put him on the map.
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] Sit down. So uh, do you know what this article was about?
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] It was about kings and shadows.
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] What's that?
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] A rumor, it's a society that exists on campus. Like a fraternity. Minus the keggers and the pranks yeah, it's really, it's dark stuff.
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] So it's like a cult?
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] Yeah, written by blue bloods,you know? At least that's what people believed. Brian said he was, that he was gonna get inside. He was gonna expose all their secrets. He said that the article was gonna piss off a lot of people.
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] Did you ever read what he wrote?
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] He wasn't finished.
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] And you think someone wanted to make sure that he wouldn't.
Reed Garrett: [Nodding his head] Yeah.
Adam Ross: Turns out our suspect is not as spooky as she wants us to believe. I mean, come on, if this was a real ectoplasm, what's it doing shopping? Unless it's, like, the spirit of Imelda Marcos, but I don't even think she's dead.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: [Pulling something out from inside the victim's neck] A prize in every box.
Detective Mac Taylor: Absynthe spoon, a branding, a brutal beat down.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: I'll take Cult Rituals for two-hundred.
Detective Mac Taylor: I don't think so. Kid doesn't look the part. We have reason to believe he went to Chelsea University. [pause] What is a fraternity hazing gone bad?
Detective Mac Taylor: [Finding out a pen was filled with blood instead of ink] Who writes in blood?
Adam Ross: Lawyers, college loan administrators...
Adam Ross: [Watching survelliance of the suspect] I can tell she's got a bully in her life. Check that out. Look how she flinched when a customer raised his hand.
Detective Danny Messer: Could be too much coffee.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Or a sign of abuse, and withdrawal like that is a classic symptom of PTSD.
Detective Danny Messer: [to Adam] How'd you know that?
Adam Ross: Huh, uh, uh, my, uh, my dad was a bully.

Heart of Glass [3.16]

Peyton: Your vic died of a broken heart...cardiomyopathy, most common in women in very passionate relationships.
Mac: I'll be very careful.
Don Flack: Thought you had the night off.
Mac: My dinner date dumped me for a dead body.
(about their victim in the tub)
Danny: So she comes in, drinks some champagne and takes a bath.
Peyton: Just like the fairy tale.
Mac: Only this Goldilocks isn't sleeping. She's dead.
Det. Jessica Angell: Did it sound like it came from the apartment across the hall?
Elliott Bevins: I assumed it didn't.
Detective Danny Messer: Why would you assume that?
Elliott Bevins: Because I know my neighbor is out of town. He's in Boston.
Detective Danny Messer: So you know D.J. Melvoy?
Elliott Bevins: No.
Det. Jessica Angell: But you just said he was in Boston.
Elliott Bevins: No, I said my neighbor is in Boston.
Detective Danny Messer: Yeah, D.J. Melvoy.
Elliott Bevins: No.
Detective Danny Messer: Whoa, whoa, who's on first here, huh? What's the name of the guy that lives across from you?
Elliott Bevins: Justin McKinney.
Detective Don Flack: I thought this was your night off.
Detective Mac Taylor: [referring to Peyton at another crime scene] My dinner date dumped me for a dead body.

The Ride-In [3.17]

(Victim is covered in money)
Danny Messer: I think we can rule out robbery...
Flack: Well, Noah was taking these people for a ride, but it wasn't on the Ark. His flock all tested negative for GSR, and they've asked me if they can get back on the good ship looney- tunes before Sunday, because that's when the world's ending. I told them they could re-board when the crime scene's clear, but what I really want to do is throw them all in the shower and then a rubber room.
Mac: They're not crazy.
Stella: It just happened. I was putting a piece of bloody glass into an evidence bag. It was still wet. It just broke, cut me. (quick flashback to cutting her arm) I had no idea at the time that Emery Gable was HIV-positive.
Mac: Stella, why didn't you tell me?
Stella: I thought I could handle it on my own. I'm scared, Mac, I know there are a lot of people living with AIDS, and I just... I don't think I have the strength to do that. I don't think I'm brave enough to wait for a cure.
Mac: What is it you always tell me? (in very bad greek) echete panta ti dyvami echete panta da kotvia! ([in English] You always have the strength, you always have the guts)
Stella: (chuckles then puts her hand on his arm) échete pánta ti dýnami na échete pánta ta kótsia ([in English] You always have the strength, you always have the guts)
Mac: (smiles) Thank you. (embraces her in a hug whilst Stella crys then the phone rings) Mac. Mm-Hm. (hangs up then looks at Stella who is studying his face) Duty calls!
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: What have we got?
Detective Stella Bonasera: A woman says she saw, what she claims was, a giant cigarette on fire, running for its life.

[a murder victim is found dressed in a cigarette costume]

Detective Stella Bonasera: Okay, let's just say it now to get it over with: smoking kills.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Yeah, but who killed him?
Melodee Constanza: He's dead?
Detective Danny Messer: Yeah, he's dead.
Melodee Constanza: You sure about that?
Detective Danny Messer: Very sure.
Melodee Constanza: You just made my whole day. No, my year.
Detective Danny Messer: Oh, well I'm glad to help

Sleight Out of Hand [3.18]

Stella Bonasera: They say burning is the most painful of deaths.
Danny Messer: I love that. How do they know? What'd they take a poll? '64% of dead people surveyed ...'
Sid Hammerback: (looking at the body of their vic, who was sawed in half) Do I even need to state the cause of death?
Mac Taylor: (hands Danny a lighter) You want to do the honors?
Danny Messer: Are you lighting your arm on fire in the name of science?
Mac Taylor: What other job allows you to set your boss on fire? Going once, going twice...
Danny Messer: (takes the lighter) Sold, but if you go up in flames, I get your office?
Don Flack: You think Houdini knew the impact he would have on Mafia lingo?
Sheldon Hawkes: I'm sorry?
Don Flack: When they whack somebody, they say, "we made him do a Houdini". Do you think that would make him proud?
Sheldon Hawkes: Are we actually having this conversation?
Don Flack: Oh, I'm sorry. Can you explain the difference between DNA and RNA? Is that better, 'cause that's scintillating conversation right there.
Sheldon Hawkes: It would be if you knew the answer-
Rupert Flannigan: This is what your looking for, it has all three items you showed me in those photographs. You better return this though, it's a collector's item. I don't want to find out you two pulled a Houdini on me.
(Don walks away smirking)
(hallucinates seeing Lindsay Monroe walking towards him and realizes it is not her)
Danny Messer: I'm losing my mind.
(about their cut up victim)
Stella: She was alive when he cut her in half.
Mac: Something tells me this girl wasn't a volunteer from the audience.
Detective Danny Messer: That's impressive. It's not a butterfly, but it's impressive.
Luke Blade: [to Mac and Danny] If that's all detectives, I'm gonna go light myself on fire.
Luke Blade: [talking about his next "trick"] And most importantly, it has be performed by a highly pissed off professional!
Detective Danny Messer: Go with your instincts.
Detective Danny Messer: [throws his hands in the air] Why do I even bother if you already know the answer Mac?

[after Rupert has said that he loved the victim]

Detective Don Flack: Yeah, and nothing says "I love you back" like an order of protection.

Daze of Wine and Roaches [3.19]

(as the look around the wine cellar)
Danny: Since when do you know so much about wine, Montana?
Lindsay Monroe: We're more than beer and buffalo burgers, Messer.
Lindsay Monroe: I think Danny's favorite wine is the house Chianti.
Danny Messer: See, that's where you're wrong. My favourite wine is beer.
Danny Messer: [explaining his theory about what happened] Then he was screwed to death.
Don Flack: 6.5, Mess. Little shaky on the landing.
(in reference to the jeweled pet)
Lindsay: I mean, isn't the cockroach kind of the unofficial mascot of New York?
Danny: Very funny, take it easy there, Montana.
Detective Danny Messer: Get outta here, these are real stones?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Uh huh, and I'm thinking this chain was attached, which makes this roach jewelry, or a pet, or a jeweled pet.
Detective Danny Messer: Or roach-broche.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Hey, it could be the next big thing.
Detective Stella Bonasera: It's not illegal to be a sociopath.
Luther Vandeross: I can certainly answer any of your questions or write them down and have Evie respond by e-mail.
Det. Don Flack: That's not how this works. See, we're old school. We're all old light bulbs and cold concrete rooms.

[in the wine vault]

Detective Danny Messer: So this is where they store the million-dollar grape juice, huh?
Detective Danny Messer: [Shocked] You killed him over a cockroach?
...
Detective Danny Messer: [after the bus-boy's empassioned speech about cockroaches] So...So you killed a guy...over a cockroach?

What Schemes May Come [3.20]

Stella Bonasera: Planning your fantasy death is the ultimate finale to life.
Don Flack: Yeah, but we're talking about an ice pick to the brain, Stella. I think you might be romanticizing.
Stella: Somebody kissed his ring. Lipstick kiss.
Flack: Maybe our Lancelot had a rendezvous with Guinevere at the park?
Mac Taylor: You ready for the answer?
Stella: Whatever the outcome, I am bound and determined to live every day to the fullest.
Peyton: (about the victim being alive) I'm the one who pronounced him dead.
Mac: Based on what?
Peyton: Based on eight years of training and eight more years on the job. I haven't forgotten how to tell if a victim is alive or dead, Mac!
Detective Mac Taylor: He took a genetics course of yours last year.
Quinn Brookman: I've had a lot of students.
Detective Mac Taylor: But only one of them helped you steal a body.
Detective Don Flack: I'm so glad that figuring this stuff out, is your job.

[describing the woman he saw]

J.J. Huntsville: She was mostly in the shadows. She had great legs though. And the outfit she had on could fit in a martini glass.

Past Imperfect [3.21]

Mac Taylor: The way I feel has never affected the way I do my job.
Don Flack: My weakness, I guess. Every hood Truby ever collared is going to be angling for a get-out-of-jail-free pass. Clay Dobson was just the first in line.
Mac: You having a good time, saying I told you so?
Flack: No.
Mac: (looking around the work firm) Nice place, Dobson, looks like your father's doing quite well for himself.
Clay Dobson: Detective Taylor, I was just about to send you a fruit basket. You're the reason I'm out of jail, indirectly, of course. If you're looking for an architect, I think we might be a little out of your price range.
Danny: I'm gonna head out to Brighton Beach, 'cause one of the guys who got busted with Scott Colson owns a Russian food joint, called Sokov's.
Lindsay: If the guy took his chances running with the Russian mob, maybe his past finally caught up with him.
Danny: Da! (as Lindsay laughs)
Detective Stella Bonasera: I thought lock and key parties went out in the seventies.
Detective Don Flack: Apparently they've had resurgence. Who knew?

[Stella and Don arrive at a key party to question people]

Rene Vanderfeld: Don't be shy. Everybody's a bit nervous their first time out.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Actually we're not here to participate.
Rene Vanderfeld: [looking suggestively at Stella] That's our loss.
Detective Don Flack: We're NYPD.
Rene Vanderfeld: I'm so sorry! That's right, you called earlier. I was expecting big burly men with guns.
Detective Don Flack: If you'd focused your attention in my direction, you might see one.
Yuri Sokov: I'm an American citizen.
Detective Danny Messer: With a rap sheet as long as the Constitution.
Detective Stella Bonasera: You let a lady walk home drunk? What a gentleman you are.

Cold Reveal [3.22]

(Lindsay walks in and finds Sheldon and Adam writing on a glass board to calculate the exact place from where a victim plunged to his death.)
Lindsay: Aw, yuck. Trigonometry.
Don Flack: You know, Mac... the uh, the Department decides to go through with their internal investigation, I'm gonna have to answer questions. All I know is what you told me when I got up to the top.
Mac Taylor: Like I told the DA, I did not toss Clay Dobson off that roof. This investigation is nothing but a big political show.
Flack: Yeah, regardless, the media's soaking the story up, and by the time they're done with it, your word may not be good enough, Mac.
Lindsay: What about this website? It's encouraging kids to hurt themselves. That can't be legal.
Mac: Contests aren't against the law. Neither is stupidity or bad judgement.
(about the fallen-angel victim)
Flack: No ID on the vic. Could be a Michael or Gabriel. They say it's tough to make it in Manhattan. Heaven must be brutal.
Mac: Yeah.
Flack: Still checking Missing Persons and Nostradamus.
Detective Mac Taylor: I was just wondering. When you were making all those arrests, locking up bad guys, were you imagining a day when you'd be so busy kissing the Chief of Detective's ass you wouldn't remember what it was like to be a cop?
Insp. Stanton Gerrard: You son of a bitch. I don't deserve that. You know I'm here because...
Detective Mac Taylor: You don't have to explain it Inspector, I get it. You're just a puppet. I'll take my case to the badge that pulls the strings.

Comes Around [3.23]

Danny Messer: Why do we do what we do, huh?
Don Flack: What do you mean?
Danny: Why do we wake up in the morning at three o'clock, stand at a crime scene in the freezing cold, living paycheck-to-paycheck, for what? To protect and serve? Serve who, the public? Sometimes it seems like they hate us, and then, here we got the brass ready to throw us to the lions.
Flack: (shrugs) We do it cause we're good at it. Maybe we'd be lousy at anything else. I don't know. Maybe we do it for the one or two times somebody actually thanks us for finding their son's murderer.
Danny Messer: It's nice, ain't it though? Bein' cooperative?
John McEnroe: [shrugs] It ain't bad.

[Mac storms out of his disciplinary hearing]

Det. Don Flack: Did you just walk out?
Det. Mac Taylor: Apparently I'm the kind of person who just does whatever he wants, why disappoint them?

[after getting dirt on his boss, which forces him to back off the investigation into Mac and how Clay Dobson ended up falling from a roof where he was with Mac]

Det. Mac Taylor: [smirks] You know, I think I'm getting the hang of this politics stuff.
Det. Mac Taylor: Do you remember your first collar?
Detective Stella Bonasera: Oh, yeah. [Stella snickers] A shoplifter on 43rd and Eigth Avenue. This guy took one of those "I Love New York" t-shirts from the souvenir shop. It was the proudest moment in my life. [Stella laughs] Two days later, I arrested him again in the same store.
Clay Dobson: I cut off their eyelids. So they'd have to look at me while they died! Okay?
Det. Mac Taylor: Now you're going to look at me when you die.

Snow Day [3.24]

Lindsay: I'm sorry.
Danny: What are you sorry about?
Lindsay: You're not supposed to be here. You took my shift.
Flack: I'm not used to lookin' down on the barrel of an AK-47, but I'll be all right.
Lindsay: I dreamt that I woke up and you were gone. You left a note.
Danny: Where would I go? This is my place.
Lindsay: (giggling) I was hoping for a better answer.
Danny: Just kidding. I'm glad this happened. (kisses her forehead)
Lindsay: Me, too. (kisses his chest)
(to the bad guy tied to the chair)
Mac: It's simple. If you find someway to get out of that tape, or someone tries to save you, they trip these lasers which set off the pipe bomb rigged to that hydrogen tank over there. That's enough explosive to kill you, and make the cleaning crew very unhappy.
(as she's inviting Mac to London with tickets ready)
Peyton: Mac, I was thinking with everything you've been going through and because you adore me, and you do adore me, that you could take some of the seven weeks of vacation and come with me to London.
Mac: You've bought the ticket?
Peyton: (eagerly) I really want you to say yes.
[as they are playing pool]
Danny: There's no way you're gonna make this shot, Montana.
Lindsay: A Benjamin says I do. [makes the shot] You owe me $100.00
Danny: You know what? You're gonna have to wait 'til payday.
Lindsay: [voiceover as montage of them kissing begins] No. You either pay me now, or come up with something better. [montage contiues as they have sex]
Detective Danny Messer: [voiceover] Montana, don't freak out. Although I'm sure you already have. We're trading shifts. I got you covered. Enjoy your snow day. D
Detective Stella Bonasera: Hey Mac, where're you going?
Detective Mac Taylor: London.
Dr. Peyton Driscoll: [after inviting Mac to go with her on a trip] But Mac, I was thinking with everything you've been going through and because you adore me, and you do adore me, that you could take some of the seven weeks of vacation and come with me to London.
Detective Mac Taylor: You've bought the ticket?
Dr. Peyton Driscoll: [whispering] I really want you to say yes.
Detective Mac Taylor: They belong to the gang we took down this morning. They're here for their coke.
Detective Stella Bonasera: What are we gonna do?
Detective Mac Taylor: Stop 'em!
Adam Ross: [Don Flack is about to shoot two masked men whose hands are duct taped to a gun. He doesn't realize that they are cops] No no no! Don't shoot them! Don't, they're cops, see... they're cops... do you see them?
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Season 4

Can You Hear Me Now? [4.01]

Adam Ross: (answering phone) Adam Ross.
Lindsay Monroe: Hi. I'm calling from the office of unemployment.
Adam Ross: Oh, Lindsay, hey.
Lindsay Monroe: Word is that Denny's is looking to hire some socially-awkward scientists.
Adam Ross: I'm...I'm halfway there already, okay?
Lindsay Monroe: It's a big case, Adam, it's the Statue of Liberty, it's all over the news. We've got lot to do. This is top priority and Mac is back in town. Get your sorry little ass to work.
Sheldon Hawkes: What about the trace I collected from her arm?
Lindsay Monroe: Latex. More specifically, condom spray.
Danny Messer: (Amused) 'Scuse me? What? I didn't catch that.
Lindsay Monroe: Liquid rubber (Holds the spray can, smiling) German engineering at its finest.
Sheldon Hawkes: I'm not sure I understand.
Lindsay Monroe: Well, allow me to demonstrate (Grabs a big test-tube) Contrary to what you might have heard, science definitely does matter (Starts spraying the content of the can on the test-tube) Simply, apply like so. Allow a few moments for maximum drying time and... Boom! Instant condom. (Hands test tube to Danny)
Sheldon Hawkes: Are you serious? A spray-on condom?
Danny Messer: What... Where does the... The... (Points at the top of the test-tube) Now how... Never mind.
Adam Ross: That's how I roll. What up?!
Adam: Kendall! Hey..uh..wake up..uh, we're late for work. We gotta, we gotta get up, we're late for work.
Kendall: (waking to see they are both in their underwear) Did we?...We didn't...?
Adam: Oh! No, no, no. I mean, I...uh..I wish it was yes, yes, yes but sadly, no.
Kendall: (rolling over) Okay. Hmmm, ten more minutes.
Adam Ross: No, no, no. No more minutes. Okay, come on, let's go. Up, up. Yes, let's go. Ooh. (pulling her from the couch) Must fight crime.
Nova Kent: I lost that music box about a year ago.
Danny: Are you kidding me? You can't come up with a better lie than that?
Nova Kent: I move a lot, four different places in the past year. I've given up junk, throw things away.
Stella: You specifically requested that the music box played Mozart's first menuet. It seems strange that something with that kind of sentimental value would be thrown away.
Nova Kent: Yeah well, I cried for three days when I realized it was gone.
Danny: You're killing me right now.

The Deep [4.02]

Danny Messer: My mother was so pissed off, she didn't talk to me for a week... It was kind of a peaceful week.
(as Hawkes is getting treated for his injuries)
Danny: So is it true what they say?
Hawkes: What's that?
Danny: Did your life pass right before your eyes?
Hawkes: I could only think of one thing the whole time I was down there.
Danny: What? Was it your first kiss?
Hawkes: (holding his ribs) Don't make me laugh.
Danny: What?
Hawkes: Sid Hammerback. I was in his lab, lying on an autopsy table. Sid was standing over me, firing up the bone spreader.
Danny: That's morbid.
Flack: What happened down there? I got a call from Dispatch saying there was some kind of problem. I got here as fast as I could.
Danny: Some methane bubbles caused an explosion. Hawkes got caught underneath the ship's mast.
Flack: Some guys would do anything for an early retirement.
Flack: Our vic's this way. Floater, showed up in the middle of the sailboat race between New York and New Jersey.
Danny: I read about that. It's a reenactment of a race that happened back in the 1600s.
Mac: Yeah. Legend has it the winner got possession of Staten Island
Flack: Is it too late to give it back?
Danny: Yeah, very funny, Flack!
(on a dive boat, in the East River)
Danny: (as he gears up to go into the water) A graveyard for subways? What happened, they run out of landfill or what?
Mac: (laughs a little) Cheaper to sink ‘em then scrap ‘em.
Sheldon: And the subway reefs provide a marine life sanctuary.
Danny: Yeah, well screw the fish. Hope it provides us with a crime scene.
Mac: Holden surfaced right here in the harbor. We’re here. Subway reef is right under us. And we’re gonna focus on the old Redbird transit cars. They’re the ones that contain asbestos. It’s dark down there. We got tidal currents, rocks and reefs to deal with.
Danny: Let’s look on the bright side. We’re not gonna worry about sharks.

You Only Die Once [4.03]

Danny Messer: Montana, hold up.
Lindsay Monroe: What's up?
Danny Messer: (on phone) Yeah, I got her. (to Lindsay) Evidence is coming in on the James Stanton murder, and we have a date with it.
Lindsay Monroe: We got the car?
Danny Messer: You make the coffee. I'll go get the Batmobile
Danny Messer: Speed Racer's Mach 5 does not come close to the Batmobile. End of story.
Lindsay Monroe: Are you kidding me? The Mach-5 had submersible capabilitites and a robotic homing pigeon.
Danny Messer: Yeah, so did the Batmobile. Along with rocket boosters and armor plating.
Lindsay Monroe: Mach-5: Rotary saw.
Danny Messer: All right, Montana. Did Speed Racer's Mach-5 have a field forensics kit?
Lindsay Monroe: The Batmobile did not have a field forensics kit.
Danny Messer: In the Batmobile's trunk, it did.
Lindsay Monroe: That explains so much.
Danny Messer: (laughing) Oh, how is the new girlfriend?
Don Flack: Keep walking, Messer.
Danny Messer: No, seriously, where did you meet her?
Don Flack: Met her at a charity event. Police/fire hockey game.
Danny Messer: So she's got teeth, or...?
Don Flack: Move!

(A dent in a car bounces back)

Don Flack: What the hell kinda car are you?
Sinclair: (to Flack) You know, the NYPD has a strict policy against high-speed chases. Or did you forget that?
Flack: No, sir.
Sinclair: The next time you want to run up a $60 cab fare, you do that on your own time. You’re lucky no one got hurt.

Time's Up [4.04]

Sheldon Hawkes: In theory, if you built a machine that could travel the speed of light away from here, then slowed down, turned around and flew home just as fast, when you got back, a trip that might have lasted just seconds for you, could've been weeks for everybody else.
Don Flack: Kinda like your explanation.
Witness: Can I have your number?
Det. Jessica Angell: Why, are you in trouble?
Witness: No, but I'd like to be.
(scene shift to Danny and Stella listening to Angell)
Danny: So did you give him your number?
Flack: I dunno. If I could go anywhere back in time, I'd probably go back to my folks' place in Queens for my mom's corn beef Wednesdays. Yeah, I'd endure every one of my brothers' insults for one more taste of that paradise.
Stella: (about the evidence) Turns out it's an experimental sexual enhancement drug, only available in clinical trials.
Danny: Don't look at me, I don't need it.
Stella: You're too old anyway. It's currently being tested on students at Chelsea University's health center.
Danny: Argh, it's like throwing gas on a raging hormonal fire.
Kevin Murray: At least tell me what he said?
Mac: What who said?
Kevin Murray: The guy about me dying tomorrow.
Mac: Well, I’m sorry, that’s part of an ongoing investigation.
Kevin Murray: This morning you said he’d been to the future. Did he say how or where or when I’d be killed?
Mac: Again, unless you have some information to share that might shed some light on our victim, I don’t see what else we can do for you.
Kevin Murray: How about guaranteeing me I’m still alive in 24 hours!
(about Stella receiving a parachute as a gift)
Mac: There are safer ways to beat the traffic.
Stella: Oh, traffic I can handle. Men are another story.
Mac: What is it?
Stella: (opening an envelope) Hmm. Gift certificate for a skydiving lesson. Met this guy in an antique store and then bumped into him again... at a coffee stand. And suddenly he wants... to hold hands at 10,000 feet. So he sent me a parachute.
Mac: Original and daring.
Stella: And a bit too aggressive for me. What?
Mac: You were smiling when you opened the box.
Stella: (chuckles a little) Mac, my last boyfriend tried to kill me and I shot him.
Mac: Well, maybe this guy’s a little different. Why don’t you just run him through NYSPIN?
Stella: Actually, I already did. There are three Drew Bedfords in the city. One is 96 and lives in a rest home. The other is in juvie for painting boobs on a billboard. And my original endearing friend is, uh, squeaky clean.
Mac: You and I are alike in a lot of ways. We both do everything we can to avoid this sort of thing. Sometimes you just gotta take the plunge.
Stella: So you’re telling me to fall for all this?
Mac: Stella, Peyton pursued me. I never thought I’d enjoy another relationship either. Forget about all the risks of romance and enjoy the rewards.

[about a girl who was killed by fatal orgasm while eating a pickle]

Detective Danny Messer: Must've been a hell of a pickle.
Stella: [Laughs] Well, Detective Angell just got me a court order to pull all the patient files and talk to the students directly. I’m hoping that this will give us an I.D. on the perp.
Danny: Fantastic. We got horny college kids and horny mammals. You wanna trade?
Stella: Mammals?
Danny: Prehistoric, to be exact.

Down The Rabbit Hole [4.05]

Adam Ross: Double-click on that template. Now, male or female?
(Mac Taylor looks at him, eyebrows raised)
Adam Ross: This is fantasy, be all you can be!
Adam Ross: (Fighting warriors in Second Life) Who's your daddy?
Mac Taylor: (Speaking for his female avatar) Hi. I like the name. (pause) I love waterfalls, don't you?
Stella Bonasera: (Laughing) Oh, my God.
Mac Taylor: What?
Stella Bonasera: You have no game whatsoever.
Mac Taylor: Look, I don't need a backseat avatar.
Stella: All right, then move over. Come on. Before your suspect bails. (takes the headset in his place on the game) Hey, Don. Sorry about that. I was, uh, distracted by a phone call. My name’s Taylor. What do you say we get outta here and go for a walk?
Adam: (showing Mac how to use Second Life) Boss, if you go in-world looking like Joe Boring you're gonna get flagged as a newbie. Let me get in here real quick. Check this out. Hip do, a little custom skin. Cool coat. All right. Check it out. Now you're ready to roll in-world.
Lindsay: (walking into Stella's office and sees a gift on her desk) Only 61 days until Christmas, although it looks like you’ve already gotten some gifts.
Stella: Uh, yeah. It’s getting embarrassing. This guy I met a couple of weeks ago. He’s extremely persistent. Last week it was a parachute. This week it’s rock climbing gear.
Lindsay: (smiling) Sounds like Mr. Adventure wants to get physical.

Boo [4.06]

Mac: I hate zombies.
Stella: Yeah, they spoil all the fun, don't they?
[Danny interrogates a man who accidentally shot his sister as a boy, and an entire family years later.]
Danny Messer: You're the one that killed that family, not the Devil.
Suspect: You're wrong. The Devil did kill them. And he came to me the night my sister died. I just didn't know enough not to let him in.
Sheriff Benson: All I'm saying is people come to town and get caught up in the folklore.
Lindsay Monroe: Do we look like we're here buying postcards?
(while working the late-late shift in the cemetery)
Grave Digger #1: Smallpox, Yellow Fever, influenza. She had the Bubonic Plague.
Grave Digger #2: (digging) What are you talking about, Pops?
Grave Digger #1: Long ago when several coffins were excavated and scratches were found inside, our ancestors, they realized they’d been burying (snickering) folks before their time. No kiddin’. Back then, when the plagues hit, guys like you and me, we couldn’t dig fast enough.
Grave Digger #2: (not believing) Come on!
Grave Digger #1: Saved by the bell doesn’t mean what you think. Morticians would tie a string to the hand of the dead person and take the other end of the string and tie it to a bell, aboveground. And immediately after the, uh, burial, a person from the mortuary would be assigned the task to sit by the new gravesite and listen for the bell to ring. (laughs) That was called the graveyard shift.
Sheriff Benson: (about the crime scene) This one’s gonna be covered differently.
Danny: Why is that?
Sheriff Benson: Thirty-one years ago the former owner, Bill Willens shot himself in this house. Two days later, his daughter disappeared. Bill’s wife, Betty, claims her husband was hearing voices. He told people the house was possessed by evil spirits.
Lindsay: Just like The Amityville Horror.
Sheriff Benson: All I know is the folks inside this house were good people. For Gil Duncan to shoot his family, commit suicide... there’s gotta be an explanation other than ghosts made him do it.
Flack: So Stella told me your mysterious caller disappeared.
Mac: Haven’t got a call at 3:33 a.m. in over a week.
Flack: Maybe your guy decided it was time to stop stalking you.
Mac: Maybe he’s getting ready to take it to the next level.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: He was dead before he was killed. Happy Halloween.

Commuted Sentences [4.07]

Don Flack: Four older brothers and a Detective-Sergeant for a father. Your old man dust you for prints when you got home from a date?
Jess Angell: If it was up to them, I wouldn't have knows boys existed until I was 21.
Don Flack: I'm sure the boys knew you existed.
Jess Angell: (pauses and smiles) Was that a line, Flack? Did you just bust out your game on me?
Don Flack: (looks away, grinning) What?
Jess Angell: It was, wasn't it? Look at you, you're blushing! (laughs)
Don Flack: My game. Game, what game? I don't have a game. If I did, that's probably as good as it gets.
Jess Angell: I think it was pretty good.
Amber Stanton: (appearing by the car) Detectives. Oh. I’m not interrupting anything, am I? (suddenly getting in the backseet of the car) You two have been trailing me for the last couple of hours. Now, if you’re going to follow me, you may as well have a copy of my itinerary. We’ve got lunch at Stang’s in, oh, fifteen minutes. That might be a bit expensive on your boyfriend’s salary. The rest of the day is here. Saks, Bloomingdale’s. I’ve got a meeting at four in the office. You get the idea and, um, I jotted down my cell phone in case you have trouble keeping up. Have a nice day. (gets out out of the car & walks away)
(while doing a reconstruction of the shooting w/ Danny behind her)
Lindsay: Definitely, could have gone through the love handles. (smiles and pinches his stomach)
Danny: That's too low, wise-ass.
Amber Stanton: (during her interrogation) Whenever I see a useless piece of human trash walk away without consequence, I feel violated again... Bentley was smiling... Kaplan was going about his life as if nothing had happened...
Mac: So you became a predator? A killer?
Amber Stanton: I think of myself as an arbiter of justice.
Danny: (holding an empty box) Where are the shoes that were in this box?
Amber Stanton: They're gone. I threw them away.
Lindsay: You threw away a pair of four-hundred dollars shoes?
Amber Stanton: Is that against the law? Why do you bother? Mitchell Bentley was a piece of garbage.
Lindsay: You just don’t get it, do you? It doesn’t matter who the victim is. It’s the killer we’re after.

Buzzkill [4.08]

Hawkes: Crime of passion?
Mac: That's one possibility. Or... she's the inside guy? They planned this robbery together, but before she got her cut...her partner double-crossed her.
Flack: (skeptical) Nick, I've had guys in here blame their criminal behavior on wives, bosses, even the devil. But I gotta tell ya, this is a new one. You're telling me you were driven to this by a shiny red light?
Stella: You know, Lindsay, I don't think these lollipops are lollipops. (tests one) Heroin.
Lindsay: Well, that changes everything.
Danny: So these guys are mailing the money somewhere.
Sheldon: Smart move. Not keeping the cash on them or in the apartment.
Angell: If you raise the ink from the pouch, maybe we can get an address.
Danny: Oh, what? You doing science now?
Patti Nelson: (about Jenna Donovan) I didn’t kill her.
Flack: Patti, come on. These magic lollipops are like the hot new thing.
Patti Nelson: Look, I told you. I am sorry she’s dead, but those lollipops aren’t worth killing for.
Flack: Listen to me, I already got you on possession of heroin. Just a hop, skip and a jump to murder if I work this right, and for your information, I’m very good. Especially since Jenna’s dead body shows us that she was in one hell of a fight right before that party.
Sid: (walking into the lab with Stella) Our vic’s body couldn’t help but remind me of my Great-Uncle Andy.
Stella: Oh, hearing that is enough to make any model break into tears.
Sid: (chuckling) Oh, no, there’s no physical resemblance, although he was in freakishly superior shape for an octogenarian. But no, what I mean is Uncle Andy would never finish telling a story. Every time you thought he was done, he’d find something more to say.

One Wedding and A Funeral [4.09]

George Foodim: After hitting a few bars, I went back to Brett's apartment and that's when I found him. I started to call the cops, right? But it’s not like there was anything I could do. He was already dead. I had to get him to the park.
Flack: Uh, y-you’re gonna have to help us out here, pal. Why did you have to get Brett to the park?
George Foodim: It was a bet. He was engaged twice before, couldn’t go through with it. I bet our buddy Toby that Brett would definitely show up this time. There was no way I was gonna lose.
Mac: Whoa, whoa. You stuffed, dressed and moved your dead friend for a bet?
George Foodim: It was a hundred grand, man. I...I don't have it. And if I didn't pay up, Toby would have gone to my dad.
Det. Flack: It never occurred to you, with your friend being dead and all, that just maybe the bet was off?
George Foodim: I told you.
Flack: Yeah. Fifteen shots of tequila. I heard you.
George Foodim: Yeah, well it made... made sense yesterday morning. I feel bad. If you knew Brett, Brett, (laughs a bit) Yeah, I mean, he, he would’ve laughed. He would’ve done the same thing, I’m telling you.
Stella: (charging into his office) What the hell were you thinking, Drew?! I mean, this was not cute or funny or the least bit charming. I told you, I didn’t want you to send me any more gifts, and I thought I made it perfectly clear that I was not interested. And then you put this box on my truck? I called the bomb squad, Drew.
Drew: It's not from me, Stella. Look, every gift I sent to your office was with a card. You know, there was a theme going on, in case you hadn't noticed. A puzzle doesn’t exactly say 'take a risk'.
Adam: (walks into the room to see Danny smiling) What are you so happy about?
Danny: I figured out what killed my groom.
Adam: Was it the mother-in-law?
Danny: Hahaha, no! It was a missing wedding gift.
Sid: (showing Sheldon and Danny the cell phone that was pulled from the vic) My first dead ringer. (Danny laughs a bit)
Flack: So the Hatfields and the McCoys couldn't keep it together long enough to merge the family fortunes.
Detective Don Flack: So the neighbors were very helpful. They saw nothing, heard nothing and know nothing. Welcome to my life.

[Mac notices the missing pieces in the puzzles sent to Stella]

Detective Mac Taylor: That's the Riverton building. That was my first crime scene.
Adam Ross: No way.
Detective Mac Taylor: This way my first New York apartment. This to scale?
Adam Ross: Uh, y-yeah. As-as far as I can tell.
Detective Mac Taylor: This high-rise should be much taller in relation to the Chrysler Building.
Adam Ross: How could you possibly know that?
Detective Mac Taylor: I got engaged on that roof. This puzzle's about my life.

The Thing About Heroes [4.10]

Flack: He holds Mac responsible for losing someone in his family.
Lindsay: So what? Now he wants Mac to lose someone in his family?
Stella: Yeah. One of us.
Det. Renee Brennen: What made you think you’d find anything at all? You specifically asked to visit an unoccupied floor. You flashed your badge, said it was police business. Now, it doesn’t sound to me like you were looking for office space.
Mac: I was sent here. I don’t know why or by whom, and I don’t know who the victim hanging from that ceiling is or how it connects to me.
Flack: A little out of your jurisdiction, aren't ya?
Mac: When you called me, I thought you were in New York.
Flack: Sneaky like that. Plus it made it easier to find you.
Mac: Sinclair?
Flack: Yeah. He doesn’t like to be embarrassed, Mac. So I got the rundown from Detective Brennan. Don’t you wanna tell me what this is really about?
Mac: Wanna take a ride?
Flack: Long as it’s not on the subway.
Danny: (holding the iPod) So, this is what was used to hijack the train. He attached an MP3 player to the control panel. The sick bastard.
Stella: Ya, well that sick bastard is Mac's stalker.
Jimmie Davis: Mac Taylor. Heard your voice on the phone, I couldn’t believe it. Now you’re standing here. Look like your old man. Been a long time, Mac.
Mac: Since we were kids.
Jimmie Davis: Yeah. Last I heard you were in New York, married, working for the mayor’s office or something.
Mac: I’m a crime-scene investigator.
Jimmie Davis: Phew. Must be something, huh? What’s the statute of limitations for us sneaking into Wrigley? What brings you back, Mac?
Mac: Bobby Toole is dead.
Jimmie Davis: That’s supposed to be funny? He’s been dead for 30 years.
Mac: Yeah. But they found his body today, in the Tribune Building.
Jimmie Davis: We swore we were never gonna talk about this. I haven’t told a soul.
Mac: Somebody put his body in the Tribune Building for me to find, the word coward on the wall. Did you do it, Jimmie?
Jimmie Davis: What? What, are you out of your mind, Mac? Huh? Is this some kind of sick joke to you?
Mac: Over a month ago I got a T-shirt stained with blood. I didn’t know until today, that’s your brother’s shirt. Will’s blood. The same shirt he was wearing when Bobby Toole beat him to death.
Jimmie Davis: You feeling guilty, Mac?
Mac: I don’t regret the choice I made that day.
Jimmie Davis: No, I don’t imagine that you do, because you didn’t lose a brother. Your family didn’t fall apart. You didn’t watch your father cry for the first time in your life, watch him crumble to his knees. You didn’t spend ten years trying to make it up to your mother and your little brother, lying to little Andy about how Will died. Not you.
Mac: (comes to, tied to a chair with lasers and guns pointed at him)
Drew Bedford: Mac Taylor. The Mac Taylor. Phew. You know, it’s funny, but you don’t look like a hero.
Mac: Andy. I don’t know what you...
Drew Bedford: Shh, shh, shh. Whatever you do, don’t move. You see that gun? The slightest movement puts a bullet right between your eyes. Of course, freezing is something that comes naturally to you, isn’t it, Mac? Something the public doesn’t know about its hero cop, but my dead brother knows all too well.
Mac: For God’s sakes, Andy, I was just a kid.
Drew Bedford: Yeah, well, you were old enough. All you had to do was pull the trigger. You know, playing with your crack CSI team, it’s been, it’s been fun. I gotta tell you, man, that Stella, she’s just... She’s smart. She never quite trusted me. Can see how she’d be an asset to you. Be a shame to see her die. You see, whoever comes through that door is gonna take a bullet. And I’m sure Stella and company are working on finding out where you are, as we speak.

Child's Play [4.11]

(seeing the gag store)
Flack: Laughing Larry? You gotta be kidding me. Do you have any idea how much of my childhood was cruelly destroyed by this moron?
Lindsay: Trust me. I feel your pain.
Stella: You two wanna enlighten me here?
Flack: I was into comic books as a kid, right?
Stellla: Yep.
Flack: And this guy had a full-page ad in the back of each and every one of ‘em selling things like Dribble Glasses, Onion Gum, Hypno-Coins, Whoopee cushions.
Lindsay: Plastic vomit, rubber dog-doo.
Stellla: Hmm. Sounds great.
Flack: Oh, yeah. And it all looked great. And I’d do whatever it took. I would scrimp, I would save, I would mow every last lawn in the neighborhood to get my hands on Sneezing Salts or a hundred-piece Battle Fleet. And then, I go to the mailbox, and right there, before my innocent young eyes, would be disappointment in a cardboard box.
Lindsay: I once spent my entire summer allowance on this hovercraft that Laughing Larry said would take me and my friends riding on a carpet of thin air. Hovercrap!
Flack: How about the x-ray specs I bought in middle school to see through a girl's clothes? The only thing I ever saw through those was a nun coming at me with a yardstick.
Sid: (scratching at his arms and shoulders during the post) All right, then, ladies, unless there's something else?
Stella: There is one more thing, Sid. Mucuna pruriens. In India, they're also known as velvet-bean, cow-itch, but here in the United States, we usually call it itching powder. (hands him the evidence bag with a packet as Lindsay starts laughing)
Sid: Oh, no, oh, no...
Stella: It looks like he stuck it in his pocket, and after the blast, it wound up dispersed on his clothes.
Sid: (looking between the two women) Why aren't you...
Stella: A long-sleeved lab coat. Both stylish and functional.
Sid: Exploding cigars, insect ice-cubes, itching powder... what kind of a clown are we after?
Mac: Thought I told you to take some time off?
Danny: Oh, yeah, you did. I just don't wanna go home. 'Cause when I go walking down that hallway now, I'm...not gonna hear the kid laughing on the other side of the walls, you know. Crying when he doesn't wanna go to bed. I'm just afraid I'm gonna miss him
(in the ME's office)
Danny: (about Ruben) I saw him. I saw him. He was fine. I saw him. He rode the bike right away from me. I shouldn’t have stopped. I shouldn’t have stopped. Why did I stop!? I should’ve made sure the kid got home safe.
Mac: Ruben was a block and a half from your apartment building. There was a man down bleeding. Justin Scott needed your help. You acted on instinct, Danny.
Danny: Oh, man, I wish I hadn’t. I wish I hadn’t. Oh, I wish I hadn’t! He just got his bicycle blessed this morning.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: [finding out about Ruben, referring to Danny] I'm not very good at this kind of thing. What should I say to him?
Detective Mac Taylor: Just tell him that you're not very good at this kind of thing.
Detective Don Flack: Stop, Drop and Roll! You son of a bitch!
Rikki Sandoval: He's been up since 5:30.
Detective Danny Messer: I got in at 5:30

Happily Never After [4.12]

Bryce Aldicott/Mad Hatter: Look, it’s all kept under the radar. Invites are small. We each get a book with text numbers. Tell us when and where we’re supposed to be. And the party begins. And Foxy, man, makes the game real. Turns Manhattan into Neverland.
Danny Messer: Except nobody dies in Neverland
Bryce Aldicott/Mad Hatter: This party is invitation only.
Danny Messer: (holding up his police badge) I left mine at home.
Mac: (looking at his face) Where’d you get that bruise?
Bryce Aldicott/Mad Hatter: (almost laughing) Oh, this. Few nights ago. Mad party. Mad.
Danny: Apparently the party’s, uh, going on 24/7 in your head.
Bryce Aldicott/Mad Hatter: I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir, because I'm not myself, you see.
Mac Taylor: Yeah, well, whoever you are, you have the right to remain silent.
Mac Taylor: You tested positive.
Tyler: For what?
Mac Taylor: Murder.
Mac: During the Black Plague, perfumed flowers were stuffed in the pockets of those who perished, to mask the smell of death.
Danny: So that would make this… pocketful of posies, ashes, ashes.
Mac: We all fall down.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: So the killer got Fiona.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: And her little dog too.
Detective Danny Messer: Toy stores and schools are the last places I want to be looking for a killer right now.

All in the Family [4.13]

Mac: Movie and murder. A hell of a double-feature.
Mac: Danny's shift started two hours ago. You heard from him?
Lindsay: He got hit with the flu. He took some cold medicine, knocked him out. He just woke up.
Mac: Seems kind of sudden.
Lindsay: He said he felt it coming on a few days ago.
Mac: Tell him to get better. Make sure you don't catch what he's got.
Danny: You know what? You should mind your own business.
Flack: You're my friend, Danny. It makes it my business.
Flack: (at Danny's apartment, to the Super) All right, open it up.
Super: Don’t I need a warrant or something?
Flack: Yeah, but you also need a fire extinguisher on every floor.
Super: Now that you put it that way.(unlocks the door)
Flack: (outside the bail-bonds buidling) Nice place to play hooky. Personally, I would a gone with the batting cages.
Danny: It’s closed for maintenance.
Flack: Ollie Barnes is not worth screwing up your career, Danny.
Danny: I give a crap about that cockroach.
Flack: Oh, yeah? Then why am I here?
Rikki Sandoval: (about Ollie) If he hadn’t robbed that store, Ruben would still be alive.
Danny: I know you think that but if I would a stayed with Ruben, and made sure he got home, he’d be alive. That’s all I had to do, was stay with him.
Angell: Hey. I thought you were off today.
Flack: Yeah, something came up with Danny. It - (looks up, seeing other Detectives nearby) It's a long story. How 'bout I tell you later over an Irish coffee?
Angell: I think I know just the place...
Detective Mac Taylor: [to the suspects] Two crimes, five victims; Emily Miller and Judge Riverton lost their lives, Madison lost her father, and you two lost your future
Detective Stella Bonasera: Your divorce was finalized a week ago. The judge who presided over it was just found dead. What would you call that?
Larry Rose: A happy coincidence.
Angell: Is that supposed to be funny?
Larry Rose: Depends. You have a sense of humor?
Angell: Depends. You're funny?

Playing with Matches [4.14]

Mac Taylor: Houston, we have a problem.
Don Flack: Put it this way: if a dishwasher and a porta-potty ever mixed it up, this thing would be their offspring.
Sid: First vic I've not had to wash in some time - clean as they come!
Mac Taylor: How do you kill a woman from a prison cell?
Sid: (about their burn victim) Face with no name is simply a face. And your victim’s helmet preserved his quite well, but it hasn’t helped me make an I.D. Yet.
Danny: To think I ever opposed the helmet law.
Sid: Well, not so fast. That skull bucket also contributed to what killed him.
Danny: You mean, it wasn’t the fact that he was on fire with a high speed impact with a fire truck?
Sid: Imagine your victim catches fire. A helmet starts to fill up with toxic fumes. He panics, struggling to get it off, which only increases the rate of smoke inhalation. Result was direct toxicity to the cardiac muscle.
Mac: C.O.D. was smoke inhalation.
Sid: And death was near instantaneous.
Danny: What about the stab wounds?
Sid: Turned out to be minor injuries inflicted with a meat thermometer.
Danny: Whoa. Wha’? A meat thermometer? Who stabs somebody with a meat thermometer?
Sid: Cannibal? It’s anyone’s guess. Severity of charring was significantly greater above his ankles than below...And based on the degree of trauma to the bones, I'd say your human comet's rate of speed was at least 80 mph at the time of impact.
Danny: 80?! What was he doing to be moving that fast?
Sid: Now keep in mind that I'm simply a pathologist, but the injuries to this victim, well frankly, they appear consistent....with him re-entering the Earth's atmosphere. Now until you come up with some evidence that says otherwise, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Sandra Polk: Demon and I had an interesting relationship. Rivals from afar, I guess you’d say. I heard what happened to him.
Lindsay: He was wearing a suit just like yours when he died. Do you have any idea where he got it?
Sandra Polk: Word got out he broke a 100 miles per hour. So I sent him a suit, along with some ceramic bearings.
Danny: It’s awfully nice of you to send a gift to someone who just broke your speed record.
Sandra Polk: My record’s official. His wasn’t. But I was curious to see what he could do with some real gear. An even playing field.
Danny: Did you ride Graveyard night before last?
Lindsay: We walked that stretch of road. We found one of your wheels melted. It had accelerant all over it.
Danny: It’s the same juice that sent Demon to hell.
Sandra Polk: All right. I went out there. My sponsors would kill me if they knew I was racing unofficially. But I just wanted to see if I could match Demon’s speed on the same course... I got up to about 96. Then I flamed out.
Danny: Anyone out there to see the sparks fly?
Sandra Polk: No. I didn’t want anyone to know I was there.
Lindsay: Why not?
Danny: ‘Cause you were nervous that you’d lose your title, right? That prize money and endorsements on the line. You didn’t want to get burned by the underdog. So you decided to burn him first and send him a spiked suit.
Sandra Polk: Look, I don’t have a clue who killed Demon. But I can tell you one thing. It wasn’t me. You guys think we’re just a bunch of street-happy skate punks. But this sport is my life. The last thing I’m gonna do is screw it up by taking someone else’s.
Mr. Szabo: Come on, do you really think I'm going to kill someone over a city contract?
Flack: Worth close to five million dollars? Yeah, I do.
Mac: So will a jury.
Mr. Szabo: I've been a dedicated city employee for twelve years. You'd think when I try to branch out a little, start my own company, those years would count for something. You know what? It didn't count for squat. City went with low-bid, like they always do...is that fair?
Mac: A woman lost her life inside that bathroom because of your reckless abandon and your greed. You want to talk about fair? Go talk to her family.
Detective Danny Messer: Why'd you run when I badged you?
Mercury: [as if it's obvious] Street racing is illegal.

[Danny laughs]

Detective Jessica Angell: Thanks for the tip. Turn around.
Detective Danny Messer: [about the murder weapon] Meat thermometer? Who stabs somebody with a meat thermometer?
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Cannibal?

DOA For A Day [4.15]

Mac: (from behind a pillar, shouting to Suspect X) Who are you?
Suspect X: (reloading her gun) Anyone you want me to be, detective. Friend. Lover. Fantasy. Nightmare. Take your pick.
Mac: Based on the amount of blood leaving your body from that hole I put in your chest, I'll go with dead.
Suspect X: That's not on the list.
Mac: This is all just a game, isn't it? Tell me, what goes through your mind when you end a life.
Suspect X: Besides playing God?
Mac: You don't have much time. Give me something.
Suspect X: A confession? Pulling the trigger is like taking a deep breath of fresh air. Seeing that last little speck of life in their eyes, then when it fades, I don't know I believe they're going to a better place. (closes her eyes as she dies)
Danny: Hey Linds! (walking up to her, with a tray of test vials)
Lindsay: Oh, Danny! They're beautiful! Nothing says you're special like centrifuge tubes filled with DNA samples.
Danny: I'm not gonna live this down, am I?
Lindsay: Forgetting my birthday? Probably not. Where did you get these?
Danny: Adam found more blood samples on the knife. There was a piece of shrapnel hidden inside the handle. You run the blood he found on the hilt?
Lindsay: (turning, a little upset) Yup, came back non-human. Send it to serology for protein analysis.
Danny: Lindsay, come on. Guys, we are not wired for remembering dates, okay? We remember sports stats and then steak sides, that sort of thing, all right?
Lindsay: (sighs and turns back around) Steak sides? You are so busted!
Mac: Make no mistake. This woman will be armed and very dangerous. She’s a shooter. Killing is nothing more than an instinct. During our last pursuit, I saw her cut down an unarmed civilian without blinkin’ an eye, so she will not think twice about putting a bullet in you. Play it smart.
Sid: (after assessing the vic's cause of death) I’m guessing she was held captive for a long time, tortured and possibly drugged. Any theories?
Mac: This woman murdered people for a living. She was highly skilled. She probably trained to endure torture. Whatever her killer was after, she didn’t give it up easily.
Sid: Or give it up at all.
Angell: (strapping on a kevlar vest, sees Flack staring at her) ...What?
Flack: (gruffly) You look good in a vest.
Angell: (laughs)

Right Next Door [4.16]

Rikki: Last night was just sex. Before my son died, you were just a guy that I smiled at in the hallway and joked with at the mailboxes. What are we doing?
Danny: (cupping her face in his hands): Making each other feel better because Reuben's gone. There's nothing wrong with that. (kisses Rikki).
Rikki: Danny... One day you're gonna wake up and realize that Ruben's death wasn't your fault. Yes he was with you when he was shot but it was an accident. And me, can't you see, I'm just taking advantage of the guilt you feel so that I don't have to be alone.
Danny: I don't care. I don't care cause I just want this hurt to go away. Don't you?
(Rikki nods her head, Danny kisses her again)
Rikki: I really should go...
Danny: Ok, but this is my shirt and I'm gonna need my shirt back, okay. Before you go...
(Danny starts to unbutton the shirt and kisses her again, Rikki gives in)
Danny: I'm gonna get some coffee, you want some coffee?
Lindsay: No, thanks.
Danny: How long are you gonna stay mad at me, Linds?
Lindsay: Oh, is that what this is? Me mad at you?
Danny: Is it still about missing your birthday?... Look, I didn't want to go to lunch yesterday. Why do you have to make a big deal out of it?
Lindsay: (bitingly) Do me a favor, Danny, don't reduce me to some shallow clingy girlfriend that's starting to suffocate you, OK? That's not what this is about! Ever since Ruben Sandoval died, I feel like I've lost my best friend. And don't mistake this for jealousy ok, I know what it's like to lose someone you care about, to see them one day and not see them the next and to know you'll never see them again. I would never expect you not to grieve, but clearly you've just decided to do it all on your own... OK, I get it (stands up to leave). My mistake for thinking that you might need somebody to lean on. And you know, for the record, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself because I've fallen in love with you and I have to figure out how to let that go. (leaves the room almost in tears)
(After Stella leaves)
Danny: (looks at Lindsay) Lindsay. (pauses as she looks at him) I'm sorry. We should... We should talk.
Flack: (about the vic's phone) Her cell's been ringing non-stop.
Mac: She's all dressed up. Someone is calling wondering where she is.
Flack: I dont have the heart to answer it and tell whoever it is the bad news that she's not gonna make it.
Adam: (holding a magnifying glass to some burnt paper) Is this real? You think someone’s in trouble?
Stella: I don’t know, Adam. You know, I found these in my apartment after the fire. Now, the edges are singed and the paper’s burned, so clearly they were in the apartment before the fire started.
Adam: And you don’t recognize the writing.
Stella: No.
Adam: Maybe it’s from a friend?
Stella: Oh, and this friend wrote me a note that said, Help me?
Adam: Uh, maybe you’re a bad cook.
Stella: So much of this case doesn’t make any sense. How does the fire play into all of this and why does a six-year-old little girl even know how to use a lighter? (Mac is giving her a look) What?
Mac: For the last two days I’ve been trying to figure out how to gingerly tell you to sit this one out. Go deal with the loss of your home, take care of yourself. But I realize now what a total waste of my breath it would have been.

Like Water For Murder [4.17]

Quinn Shelby: I still have a thing for you. Why didn't you ever call me?
Mac: Quinn, I was married.
Quinn Shelby: It was just a kiss, Mac. I know... a moment of weakness.
Mac: It was a mistake. I loved my wife.
Quinn Shelby: Don't I know it? Every day I worked alongside you, you never let me forget that.
Mac: It wasn't my intention to make things difficult.
Quinn Shelby: You know, I've thought about this moment so many times, about what I would say to you when I finally got the chance. And here I am, and all I keep thinking is... does he ever wonder what if?
Mac: (talks with Lindsay about leaving evidence unattended) You were in the lab with Danny. Inspector Shelby...
Lindsay: Oh, but Danny was right there. I mean, I'm sure that he put it away. (realizing she's caught) Oh, that's a bad excuse. Mac, I... I'm sorry. I know it's my responsibility. I know we're talking about evidence that could convict somebody of murder.
Mac: Lindsay, to tell you the truth, I'm more concerned about you.
Lindsay: I'm okay, Mac.
Mac: (sternly) You put up a good front, but whatever is or is not going on between you and Danny, you cannot let it affect your job.
Lindsay: I should never have gotten involved with somebody I work with. It was stupid, really stupid.
Flack: I hear you have an inspector in-house.
Stella: Yeah, I think, at some point, she worked with Mac. They were both up for his job.
Flack: He doesn't mind her looking over his shoulder?
Stella: Actually, it's weird, he seems to be fine with it.
Flack: Is she pretty? This inspector? (she gives him a look as he smiles) I'm just sayin'.
Reed Garrett: [Yelling to mac from a crowd] Hey Mac! Mac!
Detective Stella Bonasera: [to Mac] Looks like you got company, I'll see you inside.
Reed Garrett: [Yelling to Mac] Two woman, same kind of jobs, Is this a serial killer?
Detective Mac Taylor: [Telling the guards] He's okay.[to Reed] Reed, I thought you were working the city desk for the paper.
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] Nope, not anymore. I got my own blog now. New York 24-7 News.
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] Don't you wanna get your facts straight before you sensationalize a story?
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] I thought that's what I was doing,you know? Help me out.
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] You got two female victims, both floaters, both brutally murdered.

Admissions [4.18]

Lindsay: (walks into Mac's office, holding a clear evidence bag with clothing) I think I'm gonna be sick.
Mac: Is that Natalie's dress?
Lindsay: Yep. She kept it in a plastic bag in the back of her closet. We collected semen samples. There were two donors, just like she said.
Mac: Call the DA, get a warrant for Jessie Carver's DNA.
Lindsay: We don't need to. He's already in the system. One of the donors is a guy named Frank Moore aka Wallace Carver.
Mac: He's not Jessie's father.
Lindsay: (goes over to the computer and searches the database) He's a convicted sex offender. He was released four years ago, never registered. He fell off the map.
Mac: And the other donor is Jessie Carver.
Lindsay: Except, he's not Jessie Carver.
Mac: Hank Bedford. 1999: sexual assault, 2001: sexual assault...
Lindsay: Check out the date of birth.
Mac: March 18, 1976.
Lindsay: He's 32 years old, Mac.
Mac: He was posing as a 17-year-old student to prey on high school girls.
Sid: (about the hydrofluoric acid that killed the teacher) Do you have any idea how often I've wondered what would happen if you swallowed this stuff. And there it is sitting on the shelf, perhaps the most corrosive acid known to man. You just get that urge to take a swig, you know what I'm talking about?
Mac: Absolutely. Like when ever I pick up a scalpel, I wonder if I could perform a live autopsy on myself.
Sid: You do that too, 'cuz I thought I was... (turns to realize Mac is joking) Don't play with me like that.
Hawkes: (formulating on the board) Silicon Dioxide plus four molecules of hydrofluoric acid produces...
Danny: Oh me, me, me, pick me! (takes a marker and writes on the board).
Hawkes: That's cold, man.
Danny: (has written N(e)R(d)! on the board)
Hawkes: (assessing the chemicals from the trashed office) Phosphoric acid, sulfuric acid, hydrochloric acid. He couldn’t have kept the keys in the English room?
Danny: Which one of those you think melted this guy’s face off?
Hawkes: Hydrofluoric acid. Highly lethal. Trace amounts of this on the skin can dissolve and eat it away without you even knowing it.
Mac: (about all the calls he’s been getting) Every five minutes it’s someone else. Half the brass wants me working the cabdriver serial.
Flack: But you caught a murder at an elite prep school whose alumni contribute half the mayor’s campaign funds.
Mac: Not to mention Deputy Inspector Gerrard’s daughter is a student there. Until we catch this cabdriver, my phone’s not gonna stop ringing.
Detective Stella Bonasera: [at the same time as Mac] Who discovered the body?
Detective Mac Taylor: [at the same time as Stella] Who discovered the body?
Detective Don Flack: You two've been working together way too long. A student came in looking for her keys and "boom".
Detective Mac Taylor: Boom? You and Danny have been working together way too long.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [upon see in the indoor plants] Are you serious? This is peyote!
Detective Danny Messer: Marijuana seeds, shrooms.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Looks like someone was growing their own magic garden.
Detective Danny Messer: Right under the faculty's nose, man.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Sometimes too much education may be a dangerous thing.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: [in Mr. Greg's office] Nice office for a guidance counselor. What exactly are we looking for?
Detective Mac Taylor: Reasons for Mr. Greg's to start drinking.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: [reading the degrees on the wall] Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Dartmouth. This place is a machine for churning out Ivy-League students.
Student (about dead teacher): He was an inspiration, the kinda man i'd like to be in 20 years, only earning 50 times more. You know its sad when such a young life is taken before...[cut off by Flack].
Flack: Stop. Just stop.

Personal Foul [4.19]

Lindsay: (observes Danny looking at lipstick samples) Need help picking the right shade?
Danny: Ha, ha, ha, that's just it. Unless the make-up counter at Bloomie's is selling mood lipstick, this partial print we got from the vic's mouth seems to have changed color. It started out pink.
Lindsay: And now it's amber.
Danny: Means the efflorescent crystalline residue we're looking at is atropine trace.
Lindsay: Well, that explains the color shift. So which cheerleader wore it?
Danny: And if she had poison on her lips, why isn't she dead too?
Mac: Today I got a call from the widow of Ben Melvoy.
Stella: The attorney from Jersey.
Mac: They had a toddler and a newborn. They were two weeks away from celebrating their tenth anniversary. Then he gets in the wrong cab.
Stella: My God.
Mac: But you know what hit me the hardest? She couldn't have been sweeter; held it together; didn't even cry. All she asked me to do was stop this killer from hurting somebody else. In spite of all the heartache and bloodshed he's causing, all I could really offer her was an apology. Are we gonna get this guy?
Stella: We have to. We have to.

(Danny calls Lindsay on the phone as she strolls down the street)

Lindsay: Hey.
Danny: (in his apartment) Hey, where are you?
Lindsay: I'm taking a rain walk. It's a Montana thing. You wouldn't understand.
Danny: Yeah, maybe I would. Maybe there's a lot of things that...that I understand now. How about that?
Lindsay: Yeah, like what?
Danny: How sorry I am for pushing you away.
Lindsay: Danny, I tried to give you your space, but I don't know how much longer I can feel alone. It's messing with my work. It's breaking my heart.
Danny: I know, no; I know, I do. I swear to God it won't happen again. 'Cause the truth is...truth is I miss you... I miss you more than I can say even if, uh, I don't know how to say it.
Lindsay: Do you have any idea how hard you are to love?
Danny: (smiling) Why don't you come over here and tell me in person? Please.
Lindsay: (stops walking for a moment) I gotta go...
(during the autopsy post)
Lindsay: Any stomach contents?
Sid: Like you wouldn't believe. At least two hotdogs, popcorn, nachos, peanuts, an ice-cream sandwich and almost a full liter of beer.
Danny: I'm surprised he could get out of his seat!
Sid: What's even more surprising is the traces of phentermine I also found in his bloodstream.
Lindsay: Wait, time-out, Scott was taking an appetite suppressant?
Sid: Clearly a failure in this case, but someone still found him lovable! (hands Danny impression/trace cards)
Danny: Lip prints.
Sid: Twelve to be exact. I lifted them from both cheeks, the neck and the forehead. In various shades, from Candy Kitten to Sangria Sunset.
Lindsay: Twelve girls on the cheerleading squad.
Mac: You made up a story implying I was the source.
Reed: Look, what do you want me to say? I am getting 20,000 hits a day. People like to read my blog.
Mac: Which is exactly why you should be more careful what you say.
Reed: We don’t have time for careful, Mac. We have a serial killer to catch.
Mac: No, Reed. I have a serial killer to catch. You just want a headline. But I get it. So out of love and respect for your mother I’ll give you an exclusive. You ready? Watch who you mess with.
Reed: Is that a threat from you or from the killer?
Mac: Both.
Paula Tolomeo: (during her interrogation, rhythmically slapping the table) Eat a salad. Eat a salad. That’s the chant he started. It was two years ago but I can still feel the humiliation like it was yesterday. My boyfriend was at that game. He dumped me the very next day. And because my fat face was on the big screen, complete strangers would come up to me telling me to eat a salad.
Danny: So you chose to get back at Dugan Scott by killing him?
Flack: Crime of passion?
Lindsay: Crime of patience.
Paula Tolomeo: I worked my ass off. Literally. I swore I would do whatever it took, gastric bypass, liposuction, plastic surgery, tryout after tryout after tryout until I finally made the squad. Just so I could watch him eat his poison words in front of everyone.
Reed Garrett: [Talking to Mac on the phone] Hey it's reed, I'm about to put up a new blog post about the Cabbie Killer and i was hoping that maybe you could help me with something.
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] I gave you this number for personal reasons, not professional reasons.
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] Yes i know, but I'm just trying to put together a real profile on this guy, you know? I mean, don't you think that people have the right to know about who they're afraid of?
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] Look, I'm impressed by your determination, Reed, maybe even a little bit proud, but you're a journalist and I'm a detective on this case. You're crossing the line here.
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] Yes but isn't that what lines are for?
Detective Mac Taylor: [to Reed] Not in my business.
Reed Garrett: [to Mac] Come on. Throw me a bone, Mac.
Detective Mac Taylor: [Hanging up the phone] Good-Bye, Reed.
Reed Garrett: [Talking to himself] Well, you won't give 'em a story, then i will.
Detective Don Flack: Hell of a game, Mess.
Detective Danny Messer: Yeah. Glad you could make it.
Detective Don Flack: Me too. You should piss Lindsay off more often.
Detective Don Flack: [Danny and Flack are at the basketball game talking about the guy winning $1 million] Never gonna happen!
Detective Danny Messer: Why, you think you could do it?
Detective Don Flack: You're kidding me? Boom, nothing but net, baby!
Detective Danny Messer: Oh, I think he can do it!

[after the name drawing]

Detective Don Flack: No, he can't!
Detective Danny Messer: Wanna make a little wager?
Detective Don Flack: $50 bucks?
Detective Danny Messer: I hate to take a colleague's money but for you, I'll be happy to make the exception! Come on!
Detective Danny Messer: [finding the victims seats] I'm surprised he didn't kick the bucket from altitude sickness with these seats!
Detective Lindsay Monroe: That or the nachos.
Danny: (Few minutes earlier Rikki gives him pack of sugar.)Rikki, wait!... What's with the sugar?

Taxi [4.20]

Jordan: I'm not trying to give you a hard time here, Stella. Don't make me the villain. I'm on your side. I just wish you were on mine.
Stella: What's that supposed to mean?
Jordan: Why am I the last to know that Reed is practically Mac's son?
Stella: It wasn't my place to share that information.
Stella: How'd it go with Reed?
Mac: How do you think it went?
Stella: I think you pushed. And he got mad and refused to give up his source. And then one of you stormed off.
Mac: Well, if you told me that before, you could've saved me the trip.
Stella: Come on, Mac. He’s 23 years old. It’s his first real job. He just wants to succeed and can’t see beyond that. Is he really any different than you and I were at that age?
Mac: People are dying. I don’t have time for the understanding approach.
Stella: Okay. Well, Reed found out about those carvings. We need to find his source. Don’t let your pride get in the way.
Mac: Who’s your source, Reed? Who told you about the carvings on the neck?
Reed: I don’t know his name.
Mac: How do you get in touch with him?
Reed: He contacts me.
Mac: What’s he look like?
Reed: I can’t tell you that.
Mac: You can and you will.
Reed: Look, when I wanted a story, you stayed true to the code of your office and now I’m staying true to mine.
Mac: This is not a game. An innocent man is dead.
Reed: What are you talking about?
Mac: Your blog. You accused a driver named Jimmy of being the Cabbie Killer.
Reed: I didn’t accuse anybody. I reported the information that I was given.
Mac: Without confirming it. Jimmy, the cabdriver was also known as Police Officer James Chameides. He was moonlighting as a cabbie out of Five Brothers Garage.
Reed: No, wait a minute. I thought Chameides was the work of the Cabbie Killer. He was, was, he was dumped from a cab.
Mac: His own cab. After he was brutally beaten and murdered by three men, vigilante justice. Now, where do you think they got the idea that Jimmy was the Cabbie Killer?
Reed: You’re not blaming me for this guy’s death.
Mac: I’m blaming you for putting a target on his back.
Cabbie Killer: The newly dead who have coins to pay for the ride must be taken across the river or they’ll wander the banks for a hundred years.
Reed: (nervous) Okay. Do you want me to, do you want me to write that? Is that what you want me to say?
Cabbie Killer: No! Don’t you see? They think I’m insane. They call me the Cabbie Killer. Use your words. Let them see me deliver the message, to the doomed. Make them understand.
Reed: You gonna kill me?
Cabbie Killer: Only those who have the golden branch can cross the river while still alive and return to this world. Type! Now
Quinn Shelby: Mac, who is Reed to you?
Mac: He's Claire's son, Quinn. She gave him up for adoption before we met. When he came looking for his biological mother, he found me, unaware that she had died.
Detective Mac Taylor: [reading a blog] For weeks I've been investigating the cabbie killer murders with a certain morbid fascination.
Detective Stella Bonasera: This is in real time.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: I'll create a GUI interface using Visual Basic... see if I can track an IP address.

(after a dead New Jersey cop in dumped front of the NYPD precinct and Flack is almost run over)

Detective Don Flack: Look, I know I sound like an idiot. It was a yellow cab. That's all I've got.

Hostage [4.21]

Don Flack: [sarcastically] Have I told you how much I love the media?
Brett Dunbar: I don't believe it. You've got a man on the inside.
Stella Bonasera: Mac Taylor. It was one of the gunman's demands. Mac went in through the back door so the press wouldn't see, and in exchange he was able to negotiate the release of one of the hostages.
Brett: And you're worried about him.
Stella: I'm worried sick. Look, Brett, I need your help. No one knows weapons like you do.
Brett: So you've got a victim with one entry wound but with two bullet wounds inside of him.
Stella: Yeah. Basically I'm looking for the impossible.
Brett: A murder weapon that kind fire two rounds near instantaneously without any recoil.
Stella: Don't tease me.
Brett Dunbar: Follow me. (leads her into an arms room and hands her a weapon)
Stella: (fires two shots)
Brett Dunbar: It’s called the Kriss Super V, .45 caliber. Every time you fire, the recoil energy produced is vectored downward into a spring-loaded receiver instead of backward into the shooter’s body.
Stella: Takes the kick right out of kickback.
Brett Dunbar: Hmm. End result? Highly accurate shot each time this bad boy’s fired.
Stella: So how did our gunman get his hands on this kind of cutting-edge technology?
Stella: (outside the bank, about Gunman Joe) This guy's not a shooter. There's something else going on. We need more time.
Richard Jackson: Time is not what you give to a hostagetaker, Detective.
Stella: Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes and then it's your show.
Richard Jackson: All right, thirty, starting now. After that, I'm taking the first steps towards ending this thing.
Mac: This could have been an accident.
Gunman Joe: No, it wasn't an accident. I'm not gonna let you pin this murder on me.
Mac: Calm down, Joe. No one's doing that.
Gunman Joe: You don't think I know what's going on out there? Your friends are out there trying to figure out a way to get in here without killing a lot of innocent people. They don't give a damn about me. 'Cause they think I'm a murderer. And you know what that means? That means they'll put a bullet in me the first chance they get. That's why I'm not leaving here until you prove that I didn't pull that trigger. And if I'm not leaving, nobody's leaving.
Stella: (outside the bank) Where’s Mac?
Flack: With the body.
Stella: Oh, you gotta be kidding.
Flack: This ain’t your everyday bank robbery, Stell. This guy made three demands. Unmarked police car, no press and somebody from Crime Scene.
Stella: He wanted one of us?
Flack: He swears he didn’t kill the guy inside and he wants someone in there to prove he’s not a murderer.
Stella: So Mac agreed to meet one of his demands?
Flack: In exchange for a hostage.
Stella: (about Gunman/Joe) Oh, this guy is smart. Now he’s got a cop for insurance.
Lori Mandel: I'm three months pregnant. I don't want to die.
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Season 5

Veritas [5.01]

Mac: (to Joe) You're under arrest for the murder of Derek James, Lauren Salinas, kidnapping and attempted murder of a crime scene investigator, armed robbery, grand theft auto, assault and battery. But most of all, for pissing me off.
Adam: (regading his decision to go to Flack first) I made a choice that I would make again, but I do not mean to disrespect you in any way.
Lindsay: (about him getting shot and being okay) Divine intervention?
Mac: God's a scientist, Lindsay.

[to Lindsay]

Detective Mac Taylor: I sense a demonstration coming.

Page Turner [5.02]

Lindsay: Dante Gunther and Liza Carpenter have to be connected somehow.
Hawkes: They both died of radioactive thallium poisoning at around the same time. Other than that, I still do not see a connection.
Lindsay: What if they just randomly crossed paths?
Hawkes: Few seconds at a public place, unaware of each other, not knowing that they came into contact with something contaminated? If that's true, how many more people out there have no idea how sick they are?
Flack: When did you start hiding behind Buddha?
Lhamo Vadhana: Oh, my transition occurred when I stopped hiding.
Flack: Great. Then you won't mind telling us what you know about these two people.
Lhamo Vadhana: I'm not familiar with these individuals.
Flack: No? 'Cause we're familiar with your tendency to go nuclear. And since these poor folks died of radiation poisoning, and one of them had your address in his pocket.
Lindsay: (about Sid) His condition will get worse if we don't figure this out fast. Radiation can eat through every organ in your body. There's got to be something we can do.
Mac: There is. Let's get back to the lab and try to figure out what took Liza Carpenter's life before it takes his.
Kenneth Bamford: I paint a lot of girls. Maybe you're interested.
Stella: I'm only interested in finding out what happened to this one.(holding the picture) We didn't pick up significant radioactive trace on you or your studio. Did you make contact with her in any other way?
Kenneth Bamford: (smiling) I like the way you think, but no. She wasn't my type.
Hawkes: How you doing?
Sid: Let's just say I know how a microwaved burrito feels. But I should also say thank you. I owe a great deal of my recovery to you.
Hawkes: Ah, come on, that was nothing. You would have done the same for me.
Sid: As a matter of fact, I would.

Turbulence [5.03]

Flack: Homeland Security is talking to all the women passengers again. Let me ask you this, if one of them had sex with our vic, why kill a man over this?
Mac: Some black widow spiders are known for eating the male after they mate.
Flack: Well at least they go out with a smile on their face.
Flack: (about the pet leopard) Big house cat.
Terrence: You could say she puts this club on the map.
Flack: Not really into cats myself.
Terrence: Lemme guess, you're more K-9?
Danny: You're smarter than you look.
Flack: (sneezes as he and Danny enters a club) Either I'm allergic to half naked women, or there's a cat in here.
Detective Danny Messer: [pointing out a different scantily clad lady walking through the club with a leopard on a leash] There's a cat in here.
Terrence: (after finding his gun missing) I tried to help that fool and this is what he does.
Danny: No good deed goes unpunished.
Detective Mac Taylor: What about the waste tank? The weapon could have been flushed.
Adam Ross: Uh... oh, you want me to process the toilets?
Detective Mac Taylor: You asked for more field work, Adam. [Pats Adam on the shoulder] Get to it.
Adam Ross: Uh... oh... I hate poop.

Sex, Lies, and Silicone [5.04]

(as Flack is pushing a life sized silicone doll on a package cart down the sidewalk)
Lindsay Monroe: Wow. Okay. How weird was that? There's no way that one of these could replace a real woman!
Flack: Oh I don't know, Linds. They're not bad looking. Think of all the money your guy could save on dinner.
Lindsay Monroe: (suddenly upset) A doll?! I mean, I could understand if you dumped me for a real woman but a piece of plastic?! What does she have that I don't have, huh?
Flack: (to sidewalk-cafe customers) Forgive my wife. She's not well. (to Lindsay as the walk) Imma get you for that, Monroe. Big-time.
Sinclair: For every NYPD salary we no longer pay, we can hire three new civilians. You do the math, detective. The phrase is: bottom line. Three people for one.
Mac: If lab security is vulnerable, every piece of evidence we process can be called into question. What's the bottom line on that?
Sinclair: I understand your frustration. I get orders from the top, just like you. I don't have to like them, I just have to make them happen.
Danny: (childishly) Where's your girlfriend, Trev?
Trevor Jones: What girlfriend?
Danny: The rubber one.
Flack: (feigning offense) Danny! Silicone.
Danny: Oh yeah, right. Silicone.

The Cost of Living [5.05]

(during a flashback)
Sutton: I saw the magazine articles on those ruins in Peru. Brilliant discovery, a career maker. It was me, I got you there. I sold you my life, I sold you my reputation, I sold you my career, I sold you my existence!
Henson: (pushes Sutton to the wall) No! It was my hard work that got me there. You gave up on your life, and I took it, and turned it into something you couldn't. I don't owe you anything.
Stella: Looks like James Sutton fashioned himself a real Indiana Jones.
Mac: Until someone made this his last crusade.
Sutton: That was my life.
Mac: That wasn't your life, this is. And for the next twenty five years, that life is the property of the New York State Department of Corrections.

Enough [5.06]

Adam: (nervously) Was it, um, the paper airplanes? Or-or the-the dancing? It was the dancing, wasn't it? I mean I don't-I don't have to dance. And look, I know I say "what up" a lot, and I'll definitely limit the number of times that I say it, but you just need to tell me, boss, what I need to do and what I don't need to do and I'll do it, or I won't do it but you know 'cause this-this is just--
Mac: Adam, Adam. Take a breath.
Danny: So the night's not a total bust. But I still have to deal with this (looks over at numerous broken bottles and glasses on the floor). Perp's DNA and fingerprints could be right in front of us.
Angell: It's moments like this that I love that I'm not a lab rat.
Jake Donovan: You'll have to excuse the mess, we just had the place fumigated. (sees a roach and puts his briefcase down right on top of it) Clearly, they did a bang-up job. But uh, I guess it's just as well, we come from the same species, right? What, you don't like lawyer jokes?
Mac: I don't like lawyers.
Danny: Pill-popping whack-job split with the murder weapon.
Angell: How do you know the person who has it pops pills?
Danny: How do you know he doesn't?
Angell: (holds up the bagged gun) Because he is a she and I am clean as a whistle. Who's got it on me? (hands the bag over)
Danny: Nobody.
Detective Danny Messer: [Enters Mac's office] Yo, Boss.
Detective Mac Taylor: Danny, what's up?
Detective Danny Messer: I put in for that vacation next month.
Detective Mac Taylor: That's right, the, uh, trip to Costa Rica.
Detective Danny Messer: Yeah, Costa Rica. Well it fell through, so you can put me back on the schedule, alright?
Detective Mac Taylor: Alright, I'll do that. Just let me know when you wanna take the time.
Detective Danny Messer: All right, thanks.

[Leaves the office]

Detective Lindsay Monroe: [Enters Mac's office] Mac. Hey. Remember that wedding in Italy I told you about in March?
Detective Mac Taylor: Girlfriend from college?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Very good. Well, they decided to postpone. So.
Detective Mac Taylor: You want back on the schedule?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Yeah.
Detective Mac Taylor: [Suspicious look] No problem.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Thanks.

[Leaves the office]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [Enters Mac's office] Hey, Mac.
Detective Mac Taylor: Hold on. Don't tell me. Trip to San Francisco in January?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Yeah. Turns out San Francisco is closed in January. Strangest thing.
Detective Mac Taylor: [Smiling] Get out of here. Go home.

[Hawkes leaves and Stella enters]

Detective Mac Taylor: I should've known you'd orchestrate something like this.
Detective Stella Bonasera: It's only temporary. Everybody giving up a week of paid vacation for Adam buys him a little time.
Detective Mac Taylor: Department doesn't just transfer vacation days. How'd you do it?
Detective Stella Bonasera: I've a friend at the Union who has a friend in the City Council who has a friend who has a friend.
Detective Mac Taylor: Well you're a good friend, Stella Bonasera. And don't you forget that. So what about Buenos Aires?
Detective Stella Bonasera: Would have been a good trip.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: I've had some bad sex, but nothing that would warrant killing the guy.
Detective Danny Messer: What's the deal with your funny money?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: The value of the fake dollar just went up

Dead Inside [5.07]

Mac: So let me get this straight. People take the time to put down their darkest secrets and then they send them to someone they don't even know. Two questions: why and why?
Lindsay: They say confession is good for the soul.
Detective Stella Bonasera: You remember yesterday when you asked me if I wanted to break some rules? I do now.
Detective Danny Messer: You want to break some rules?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: [fed up] Come on! You gotta be kidding me! [putting her head in her hands as Messer and Flack enter] Whose stupid idea was this?
Detective Danny Messer: Yours!
Ella McBride: You always so confident and sure of everything?
Detective Mac Taylor: 99.2% of the time.

My Name is Mac Taylor [5.08]

Flack: Listen to me, somebody in your little entourage knows this guy, okay? We made a deal, you're a confidential informant and this little pow-wow that we're having is pay up time.
Terrence Davis: I'm aware of the deal we made, sorry I can't keep coming up with all the small change though, I'm beginning to smell like pork.
Mac: (to Gillian Whitmore) Inspector, we're both very busy, so simply put, if you tracked me down to ask me to remove myself from the Mac Taylor murder investigation, I'm afraid you gotta endure this mediocre cup of coffee for nothing.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Hey.
Adam Ross: Hey.
Detective Stella Bonasera: What are you still doing here?
Adam Ross: Oh, some friends of mine stood me up for pizza so just down on top of things, ya know.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Mind if I join you?
Adam Ross: Oh, no, no, please.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Okay, so what do we got? That doesn't look like work.
Adam Ross: It really isn't. I was just curious. You know there are three Sheldon Hawkes in New York state and there are ten Danny Messers.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Ten?
Adam Ross: Yeah.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Don't tell Danny that.
Adam Ross: There's also another six Adam Rosses and there's eighteen in New York state. I was just sitting here wondering, you know, what do they look like or what kind of lives do they live, you know?
Detective Stella Bonasera: Alright, what about me?
Adam Ross: Uh, Stella Bonasera. There's only one.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Trust me, that's enough. Let's try Sid. [Searches] It's a ninety-year-old woman.
Adam Ross: [laughs] I think he was named after his mother.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Alright, Don Flack.
Adam Ross: Don Flack.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Oh, six.
Adam Ross: Wow, six Don Flacks.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Six.
Adam Ross: I like that name. Don Flack. [Deep voice] Detective Don Flack.

The Box [5.09]

Danny: Growing up all I wanted to do was play ball. That's all I could think about when I was a kid. One day starting in the majors. Crazy thing, I was actually making it happen. I was playing really well in the minors. Then one game everything changed. Whole day this pitcher is trying to shut me down throwing me inside, throwing me inside. And bottom of the eighth, he finally catches me, right in the head. So I figure I'm gonna put one in his head now. Before I could even get to the mound, the benches clear and I'm caught in a pile-up. Shattered my wrist. Baseball was over and I was having one of those, ya know, 'what now?' moments. But uhh, I guess back then, things were a little easier. All I had to do was change my career.
Sheldon: (on discovering a picture locket) Found a piece of jewellery in pretty good shape.
Sid: Based on age, I'd say they're probably the victim's parents.
Sheldon: The job never gets easier does it?
Sid: I can tell you I've been working here twenty-nine years. That's 4846 cases and names I will never forget. What gets me through are people like them. Folks who are going to be looking to me for answers.
Danny: Maybe this time they broke in to dump a car.
Mac Taylor: And a few spare body parts.
Danny: (as she comes out of the bathroom) You okay?... You alright?
Lindsay: ... I'm pregnant.
Danny: (Sighs) You sure?
Lindsay: (she hands him a picture of the sonogram)
Danny: How long have you known?
Lindsay: A few weeks.
Danny: (voice over after Lindsay told him she was pregnant) See, the truth is I can't really blame her for not saying anything. See, a while ago I messed up, alright? I was with another woman, but I didn't say anything. But she knew. I think she knew, you know. A couple of months later, we got back together, things haven't really been the same and now this.
Detective Stella Bonasera: So if Mikey and all of his friends are accounted for, what was in the box?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Danny, I know you.
Detective Danny Messer: What's that supposed to mean?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: I just mean that I'm not expecting anything.
Detective Danny Messer: [following her into the locker room] Lindsay.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Danny, hey... I can't talk right now.
Detective Danny Messer: What's going on?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: What do you mean?
Detective Danny Messer: Come on. I saw you today at the health center. Are you sick?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Danny, you should go back to work.
Detective Danny Messer: [placing his hands on her shoulders] No, no. No. You should talk to me.

The Triangle [5.10]

Danny: Thought I saw you runnin' for the exit.
Lindsay: (tearing into the doughnut) Starving. My OB says I should pay attention to my cravings, no matter how inconvenient they are.
Danny: Yeah. Let me ask you something. You have any hereditary disease in your family?
Lindsay: (almost laughing) No. Do you?
Danny: No, no. No. Mental illness?
Lindsay: No.
Danny: No. How about addictive tendencies? Extra fingers, extra toes?
Lindsay: No.
Danny: No. Natural delivery or, uh, drugs?
Lindsay: Either.
Danny: Want a boy or a girl?
Lindsay: Healthy.
Danny: ... Will you marry me?
Lindsay: (looks thoughtfully at him) ... No.
Mac: We may be guilty of creating an uban legend, but there's no way this building is guilty of murder.
Danny: Alright. Well if the Empire State Building didn't do it, what did?
Mac: (about the missing flash-drive) I didn't take anything.
Agent Walsh: Yeah. Well, a word to the wise, Detective. Before you use that weapon of yours to start taking pot-shots at politicians, better make damn sure there isn't another one pointed right at your head.
Danny: So, you wanna - you wanna tell me why you won't marry me?
Lindsay: I didn't mean I won't. I just think it's the wrong time.
Danny: Wrong time. Wrong time or the wrong guy?
Lindsay: (sighs) Danny. I know I have thrown a lot at you, and we are both feeling really overwhelmed, but whatever we do next, I want it to be for the right reason. Wouldn't you rather walk down the aisle than be pushed?
Danny: Of course.
Lindsay: Okay, 'cause listen, I'm not going anywhere, and I know you're not going anywhere either, okay, but this is not just about you and I anymore. So let's just take baby steps, okay?
Danny: Okay. So, look, before we go inside, I wanna just tell you one more thing, okay. (Holds Lindsay) I just want you to know, that I love you.
Lindsay: I love you too, Danny.
Detective Stella Bonasera: [walking into his office] Mac, where the hell did you go last night? I called you repeatedly, looked all over the street. You just vanished.
Detective Mac Taylor: I was with the FBI... They picked me up in a car and questioned me for over an hour about the Ann Steele case.
Detective Stella Bonasera: The fixer with the flash drive.
Detective Mac Taylor: I was the last one who handled it. They accused me of stealing it.
Detective Stella Bonasera: What?
Detective Danny Messer: [standing atop the Empire State Building] I thought the view from Liberty was nice!
Detective Mac Taylor: She's about eleven-hundred feet below us.
Detective Don Flack: Was it worth it, Greg?
Greg Hufheinz: What? You think I was in on it? Well, you're wrong. Dead wrong. Carl was like family.
Detective Mac Taylor: What was your cut? Did you get the money yet? How much did they pay you to sit by and watch while your family fried in the back of that truck?
Greg Hufheinz: I already told you I couldn't get out of the cab! I tried to call it in, but the radio didn't work!
Detective Lindsay Monroe: [catching her] Stella! Aren't you the uh... the official safety officer at the lab?
Detective Stella Bonasera: Yes, that is my proud unpaid position. Why?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Well I've got this umm... friend, she works upon a forensics lab in New Jersey, and... she's pregnant.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Oh, good for her.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Yeah, except she is nervous because you know all the chemicals and the processes that we do you know that could really harm the development of the baby, right?
Detective Stella Bonasera: That's true. But there is also so many different safety protocals in place. Goggles, face shields, fume hoods. I mean, not to meantion all the training and retraining we have to go through. I'm sure she'll be fine.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: [nodding] Seem's like she's in a little over her head.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Well, she's is not alone, right? I mean, the baby has a father?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Yeah, yeah and he is great. It's just... you know I don't really know how ready he was for any of this so... well it's complicated.
Detective Stella Bonasera: And beautiful. Listen Lindsay, umm... I'm sure if your friends' coworkers are anything like yours, they'll understand the situation and work with her, even be happy for her. It's gonna be okay.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Thanks.
Detective Stella Bonasera: You are welcome. Hey, umm... tell your friend congratulations.
Detective Don Flack: Bernie Benton. Still hustlin' darts.
Bernie Benton: Don Flack. Still hasselin' law abidding ex-cons. Was that the same suit you were wearing the day you locked me up?
Detective Don Flack: Beats the orange one you wore in the joint, no?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [to Sid as he heats up an organ] You workin' up an apetite?
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Hmm? No. You know there's a strict no eat policy in the lab.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Never stopped me from sneakin' in the occasional bag of popcorn.
Detective Stella Bonasera: [about the weirdness of the crime] Is it me or is there something really strange about this crime scene?
Detective Lindsay Monroe: Wouldn't you rather walk down the aisle than be pushed?

Forbidden Fruit [5.11]

Marina Morton: Isabel Vaughn was a ungrateful little bitch. After all I did for her she though she could just walk away? We had a contract and it was legally binding.
Mac: So is a murder conviction.
Stella: (about George Kolavos) The man is taunting me, Mac. He sent me a dead rat as a message. Put yourself in my shoes.
Mac: Try stepping into mine. I'm in charge of this lab, responsible for everyone and everything that happens here. I admire your passion Stella but what you did is reckless. And more importantly, it could compromise any future criminal prosecution.
Stella: What I'm doing is perfectly legal!
Mac: And contrary to the policies of this lab and this department!
Mac: (seeing the table set with a variety of foods) Tell me this is not one of your weird cravings.
Lindsay: Only for science.
Mac: You were looking for me?
Lindsay: I was hoping to offer you a little a snack.
Mac: Well let me guess. This is another one of your famous reconstructions.
Lindsay: Just put one of these berries in your mouth and swab it around for a couple of seconds.
Mac: Lindsay I'm your boss, not a guinea pig.
Lindsay: Mac, I'm pregnant. Just humour me.

Help [5.12]

Stella: Hawkes should have followed proper protocol but he stepped over the line because somebody he loved got hurt by this guy.
Mac: Oh c'mon, you know I know that.
Stella: I know. Just... I want you to hold on for a second. You gotta realize that people can't just turn off their emotions when something horrible happens.
Hawkes: So what do you want me to do? Just ignore the fact that Colin's sweat is on our murdered victim's clothes?
Mac: The reason we follow FBI DNA protocol is to ensure an unquestionable conviction.
Hawkes: So we sit in here waiting for that perfect scientific connection while Colin could be out there raping and killing another innocent victim? I don't know about you, Mac but I can't live with that.
Lindsay: How does a worm from Brazil end up in a bathtub in Brooklyn?
Mac: Worms are like humans. You wanna know exactly where they came from, you can sequence their DNA.
Lindsay: We are talking wormtopsy.

Rush to Judgement [5.13]

Mr. Sheridan: (admitting to killing Vince Nelson, because of the email) What was I gonna do? Get 25 to life for killing that son of a bitch? I see these perverts everyday. They waltz into my court, they get slapped on the wrist and then they go off and reoffend. The only treatment for them is death.
Mac: Det. Angell is working this case until IA is finished with their enquiry.
Danny: Enquiry? Is that what they're calling it?
Stella: They can't possibly think that Flack's responsible for Todd Fleming's death. I mean, he is so by the book. He doesn't even swear.
Mrs. Nelson: Vince was a normal guy, ok? A normal, boring, regular guy. He watched football in his underwear. He never took out the garbage unless I told him to. He forgot our anniversary year after year and tried to make up for it two days later with a bouquet of white roses. But I didn't care because he loved me.
Danny: Kill a man, and then chop him up into pieces.
Sid: Maybe the killer thought little pieces will be easier to dispose of. There is a certain logic

[after Angell tackles a suspect they're chasing]

Danny Messer: [impressed] High school wrestling team?
Detective Jessica Angell: Four older brothers.
Danny Messer: [during an autopsy of a decapitated man] Mr. Potato Head! The live version.
Detective Lindsay Monroe: More like the bloody, dead version!
Dr. Sid Hammerback: I used to play with Mr. Potato Head as a boy. I would time myself, see how long it took to assemble him. Some would say I was... obsessed!
Danny Messer: You? Obsessed? Nooo!

She's Not There [5.14]

Mac: (about the human traffickers) They get them high, then later depress them, make them passive so they can't fight back, suppress their appetites so they don't have to feed them much. The ecstasy makes them thirsty they want more water which probably laced with yet another drug.
Flack: Somebody brought a group of underage girls into your club, drugged them, forced them to have sex with I dunno how many men, I dunno how many times!
Willy Burton: It didn't happen in my establishment. I don't provide women for sexual services! And I definitely don't treat them that way! You're disrespecting me, and you're disrespecting my mother cause she taught me better than that.
Flack: My apologies to your mother.
Stella: (about Carolyn) She is not telling the truth.
Mac: She is terrified.
Detective Gillian Whitford: She should be. You know about an hour ago this place was probably filled with at least 30 young girls just like her from all over. Eastern Europe, Latin America. They took their big dreams and now they're living a very real nightmare: they're sex slaves. Being beaten, drugged... who knows what else.

The Party's Over [5.15]

Stella Bonasera: Closing off the two carotid arteries stops blood flow to the brain. It takes a matter of seconds and very little pressure, Adam. It's about the position of the ligature, not the force behind it.
Mac Taylor: You know what they say: keep your friends close, enemies closer, and if that doesn't work, kill 'em.
Stella: I'm old school, Danny. You know? I took an oath and I take it literally. My responsibility is first and foremost to the people of this city and the job that I do.
Danny: That's exactly what I'm holding out for a little respect.
Mac: Every single police officer in this city devotes their life to the protection of the people who live here.
Dunbrook: Really? Besides the ones that are sitting in their asses right now?
Mac: I respect everyone who stands behind their convictions, but I can not stand men who are motivated purely by greed and the destruction of others.
Hawkes: Honestly, I think what Danny's doing is selfish.
Lindsay: Really? Well, I see it as committed.
Hawkes: Seems to me he has a lot of other things to commit to right now, not to mention it's irresponsible to risk suspension when you are expecting a baby.
Lindsay: Hawkes! You transferred over from the ME's office, which means you are not a sworn NYPD. There was no decision for you to make. You can not say for sure what would you do.
Hawkes: Yes, I can. If I earned a distinction of being a detective, I'd be here whether or not the city can afford to pay me.

No Good Deed [5.16]

Stella Bonasera: in Greek:Το βλαμμένο χάλασε τον καφέ μου!
Transliteration: To vlammeno halase ton kafe mou!
Translation: The stupid (bird) ruined my coffee!
Flack: Did you get a description of the bird?
Stella: [sarcastic] Yes Flack; It was black, had a beak, oh! And it flew with a limp.
Flack: [amused] I’m just trying to do my job.
Stella: I mean what are the odds. I was just standing there, and out of nowhere: ploc!
Flack: I am gonna get a cup of coffee. You want one?
Stella: No, Thank you [amused].
Stella: Why bury someone in the rooftop garden if he died of natural causes? It doesn't make any sense.
Sid: It does if natural causes weren't caused naturally.
Danny: (sifting through the vulture's nest) You are having as much fun as I am, now, buddy?
Adam: Welcome to my world, Messer. The low man on the totem pole gets all the exciting stuff.
Danny: Yeah! And what does that make me?
Adam: Low-man-on-totem's-pole friend
Mac: You are a very attractive woman and your husband was just an average guy. Would it be fair to say that you were more interested in a Green Card than a marriage certificate?
Flora Pollock: (tearing up) It would be offensive to say that.

Green Piece [5.17]

Stella: (To Felix Redman about his daughter) She's a member of the Purists. It's an environmental terrorist organization. Ironic, huh? The other members of her organization found out what you've been doing, and they told Allison they were going to take you out. Even though she knew the truth, your daughter still tried to save you. She probably made it right through the front door when the bomb went off.
Stella: You know, I'm curious. What was going through your mind when that bomb went off?
Adam: Well, uh, you know how they say your entire life is supposed to flash before your eyes when you think you're gonna die?
Stella: Yeah, I'm familiar with that one. Yeah.
Adam: The only thing I could muster up is when Joey Allen beat me in the head during a dodge ball game in third grade.
Sid: (Allison Redman's death) I realize this is usually the part where I tell you that I found some strange, unusual, bizarre, aberrant, peculiar, idiosyncratic… that's it, I don't have any more synonyms for strange. Wait… weird, weird piece of evidence. But, alas, there's no Gila monster in her stomach. She simply succumbed to the bomb.

Danny is talking to Mac and gets distracted when Lindsay walks by

Mac': Lindsay will be back before you know it, Danny
Danny: (about Lindsay) I asked her to marry me, Mac. Did you know that? She told me no. Said I was just asking her because she was pregnant.
Mac: Was she right?
Danny: No, I mean I... I dunno, Mac... I love her, I do. I know that, but I just know myself and and I don't wanna disappoint her... or the kid.
Mac: Those fears are normal, Danny. I know that because I felt the same way with Claire. All those doubts about who you are and what you're capable of. I wasn't in a hurry to have children with Claire. I always felt that in the end I might disappoint her or myself. Now she's gone and it's something I'll always regret for the rest of my life. Danny, God brought you and Lindsay together. I believe that. And you have been blessed with a gift. The greatest gift that life has to offer. You can choose to live in a place of fear or you can believe in the best version of yourself.
Sid: So, how do you feel? It's your last case, right? Then off to Montana.
Lindsay: Feels pretty good.
Sid: I bet it does. No bodies at 3 am. No double shifts with no sleep. A slice of pizza on the run.
Lindsay: Constipation, swelling in the feet. Help getting up from the chair. Constant urination. Wanna switch?
Sid: I already have all that. I just want the time off.
Lindsay: (as she and Danny arrive outside the City Clerk's office) ... Danny.
Danny: Look: I'm tired of being afraid, alright? You and me, we make sense, 'kay? You're everything I've always wanted. I want to be with you, and I can be the guy you want me to be. I know I can, I am that guy.
Lindsay: (close to tears) I know you are.
Danny: Then let's walk through this door together. 'Cmon, let's do it. Let's take that leap. (looks at her hopefully)
Lindsay: (kisses Danny) ... You got a money order?
Danny: (kisses Lindsay and hugs her, smiling, before they enter the clerk's office)

Point of No Return [5.18]

Sid: (standing over a decomposed body) The last 15 overdose cases Pino worked. I had them exhumed.
Mac: (taking a good look at the corpse) You're the doctor, but isn't this one a few organs short?
Sid: Two kidneys, one bladder, and a liver to be exact.
Mac: All the organs where narcotics naturally accumulate.
Sid: And each of these bodies is missing the same ones.
Mac: It appears as if Marty Pino was able to produce heroin by cutting out and processing key organs from his assigned overdose cases. He used his training and this place as his own personal heroin pipeline. Only after he lost his job and access to dead junkies, he resorted to murder. (camera pans back to reveal the room is filled with bodies)
Hawkes: (cuts in on Flack as he questions Pino) Come on. What are you doing? The man just lost his wife.
Flack: He's lying about something.
Hawkes: He's scared, confused.
Flack: And he's your friend, Sheldon, so I understand why you're hearing something different.
Hawkes: There's no doubt Marty's made some mistakes. But I know he loved his wife. He couldn't have killed her.
Flack: Okay, then prove it

Communication Breakdown [5.19]

Hawkes: You got plenty of time on this name search. I mean, the kid's not even here yet. My mom and dad waited six weeks after I was born to name me.
Danny: Oh, they waited six weeks to name you Sheldon?
Hawkes: Yeah. What's wrong with that?
Danny: No, that's cool. That's a great name. I'll see you later, Sheldon.
Sid: Our victim was dying for several days before he finally expired from acute bacterial infection on that train.
Hawkes: Hang on, you're telling me that a bullet managed to hit the one man on a speeding train who was already dead?
Sid: I know. Worse odds than Atlantic City.
Angell: We're going to have to confiscate every piece of baleen that you're selling in the store.
Leila Vara: Look, you can take everything that you want, but you're gonna have to take my word along with it. I was angry at a lot of people over what happened to my family's property, but I believe deeply in karma, and somehow, I think that man did, too.
Stella: I just got off the phone with the Museum of the American Indian in Battery Park. They are gonna take in all of Chief Delaware's collection.
Mac: So the Montiquan Nation lives on.
Stella: It's funny, you know? We ride trains, share sidewalks, row boats with so many different kinds of people in this town from some many different places and sometimes we don't notice a culture until some is gone.
Mac: In order to be a true New Yorker you gotta keep your eyes, heart, and mind open at all times.
Angell: Monsieur, qu'avez vous vu dans le train ?
Flack: The sexiest thing I ever heard.

Prey [5.20]

Mac: What kind of killer photographs his crime and then e-mails it to the cops?
Flack: A showoff. Someone who thinks he's smarter than us.
Mac: We're about to prove him wrong.
Stella: (about her lecture) I keep trying to remember the faces, and I just can't. It's all such a blur.
Professor Papakota: Well, if it's any consolation, I have been doing this... for over 30 years. You never remember the faces. Well... maybe a few.
Stella: It's just so disturbing to think that someone would attend one of my lectures just to learn how to get away with murder.
Professor Papakota: What students take away from a class is up to them, Stella. You cannot blame yourself.
Mac: Dana Melton changed her name to Odessa and moved from Boston to Manhattan to start a new life. Baxter followed her here, started stalking her again, but this time, instead of turning to law enforcement for help, she took matters into her own hands.
Stella: She killed him and I taught her how.
Dana Melton: You don't know what I've been through. I was so scared. I tried to start over to change everything. I know you don't understand, not really.
Mac: I do understand, Dana. I understand it all, but I have to arrest you anyway. It's the toughest part of my job.
Dana Melton: I thought I did everything right.
Mac: You came very close. You had a good teacher. You left no prints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just circumstantial evidence.
Hawkes: In fact, without a formal confession, it will be very hard to win a conviction.

The Past, Present, and Murder [5.21]

Dunbrook: I would like Taylor removed from the case.
Sinclair: Mr. Dunbrook, I guarantee you there's no vendetta here.
Dunbrook: Well, he's digging into my bank accounts, my personal investments. I mean, hell. I mean he's treating me like I'm a suspect.
Sinclair: If that were the case, we'd all be having this conversation downstairs in interrogation.
Dunbrook: People believe what they read, Taylor. And after I'm done with you, you know what they're gonna know about you? They're gonna know what you really are. A lab rat with a little chip on his shoulder. Trust me, you are not equipped to win this war.
Mac: The Mayor can't save your son. Neither can your money. At least you got what you wanted. Tomorrow's headline.
Mac: Walsh went out the window.
Sinclair: So he was just collateral damage. Just like the property clerk.
Mac: Dunbrook thought he could play us from the very beginning. He thought he could buy this town. Buy the support of the police department when he ended the Blue Flu. And his own brand of justice along with it. Now he's got us cornered. It's time to fight back.

Yahrzeit [5.22]

Hannah Schnitzler: Perhaps there's someone you want to honor?
Mac: My father

(from video-mail Mac receives from Mr. Lesnick)

Holocaust Survivor: I was sleeping on the floor, I don't know for how many days. When he woke me, I got scared. I thought he was one of the camp soldiers. The SS all knew the war was ending and they tried to eliminate as many Jews as they could. But there was something different about this man standing over me. I could see it in his eyes and his uniform. He was an American. So young. I could tell the sight of me was too much. I was bald, maybe 80 pounds. But this man, he was careful not to look as horrified as I'm sure he was. He wanted me to come with him, but my legs just wouldn't move. I was too weak, so he carried me out of the barracks and he gave me his jacket, something to eat, a Hershey bar. I took one bite, and that was all my empty stomach could handle. But nothing has ever tasted better. His goodness put back a little of the faith I have lost. My grandchildren put back the rest.
Interviewer: And what was his name?
Holocaust Survivor: Taylor. Private Mackenna Boyd Taylor.
Mr. Lesnick: (about the cache of Holocaust possessions) So, you say you found these items hidden in your murder victim's apartment?
Mac: Along with a lampshade that DNA confirms was made of human skin.
Mr. Lesnick: Comprised of various tattoos that were sewn together?
Mac: The commandant of Buchenwald's wife would order Jews to line up naked, and when she saw a tattoo she liked, she had the skin removed and tanned to be made into lamp shades for her home.
Mr. Lesnick: Two years ago, I heard about one that was traded on the black market for over $10,000
Mac: (about the auction) Anyone hear a gunshot?
Flack: Everyone I spoke to said this room was in a feeding frenzy. The only thing they heard was the sound of some rich guy getting ready to dump six-hundred large on a necklace.
Hawkes: On a piece of jewelry?
Mac: Guess some people are recession-proof.

Greater Good [5.23]

Danny: What if she has twins, Adam? You hear stories about people being completely surprised. And you've seen Lindsay, I mean she's huge.
Adam: Whoa.
Danny: She knows it!
Adam: Relax, you saw the ultrasound. It's not twins, all right? You gonna be okay?
Danny: No, no, I'm not. I might go into cardiac arrest once she's giving birth.
Adam: How's Lindsay?
Sheldon: Seven hours and counting.
Adam: She dilated past one centimeter yet?
Sheldon: (pause) That's kind of a personal question, Adam.
Adam: Oh! I'm sorry, I have - I just have eighteen hours and fifteen minutes in the Hours of Labor office pool... six hundred bucks on the line, yo!
Lindsay: Adam, go get a set of keys to a car, any car. Meet me in the garage in five minutes. My water just broke. (as Adam's looks dumbstruck) I'm about to go into labor and you are taking me to the hospital. Go!
Adam: Okay. (walks off in the wrong direction)
Lindsay: Adam...
Adam: (comes back and goes the right way) Yeah, wrong way, sorry, j... just relax. Everything's going to be okay.
Lindsay: What if some people just aren't cut out to be parents?
Stella: Well, the fact that you already thought about all this tells me that you're gonna do just fine, Linds.
Lindsay: (about her baby girl) She'll come home, she'll scream that she hates me, then in rebellion she'll get some part of her body pierced that's inappropriate. And she'll get an infection, and she'll wind up on antibiotics which we find out 12 years later they cause an eating disorder and pretty soon I'm in therapy trying to save my whole family.

Grounds For Deception [5.24]

Stella: In my attempt to prove that Sebastian Diakos was the one who attacked me, I learned that both he and Kolovos were running an antiquities smuggling ring. The Cypriot government was on the hunt for Kolovos, so I...I delivered him. I was told that he would be arrested and detained. How and when he got back to New York, I don't know. Why did he come back?
Mac: Revenge. And the guy who killed him just might have saved your life.
Stella: Mac, I know I was wrong to keep investigating the case after you told me to step down. I'm sorry that I made it difficult for you and for the department.
Mac: This isn't about my job or the department. It was difficult because I care about you.
Professor Papakota: (About Stella's mother) She was so beautiful, so talented. The painting I gave you was the last thing she worked on. I wanted you to have a part of her with you always.

(Mac is staring at Lindsay)

Lindsay: What?
Mac: What are you doing here? Where is Lucy?
Lindsay: She is in ballistics, analysing stria. (They both smile) Look, I have been here exactly 2 hours, I'm leaving in 40 minutes, I just wanted to fill in a few blanks in the case. You are paying me to work part-time, besides this lab would fall apart without me. (They laugh again)
Danny: How's Lucy?
Lindsay: She's great. Her first visit to the lab is a big hit.
Danny: (looking across the hall to where Lucy is surrounded by admirers) What, uh...what's Blake doing right now?
Lindsay: Oh, he's so good with babies. She adores him.
Danny: No, she doesn't adore him. The only man in her life is me. (going over To Blake) Hey, buddy! Don't you have some DNA to look at?
Adam: (as Lindsay chuckles) Watch out, Blake, here comes daddy!

Pay Up [5.25]

Mac: When one of our own is taken from us, we always get our man.
Mac: Your son was minutes away from testifying against you in the grand jury. I swear to God, if you had something to do with this, you better hope that somebody other than me comes to arrest your ass.
Dunbrook: (venomously) You're a piece of work, Taylor. My son was abducted at gunpoint and now you're threatening me. It's nice to know the NYPD has a victim's best interest at heart.
Terrence Davis: (after Flack tracks him down) You can't keep coming around here like this, Flack. You trying to get me killed?
Flack: You kidding me? Why would I want to make more work for myself?
Terrence Davis: Yo, I'm not playing, yo.
Flack: Well, move to the Upper East Side, and we won't have this problem.
Flack: I wish I knew what to say.
Cliff Angell: You can tell me she didn't die protecting that scumbag murderer.
Flack: No, I can't. But I can tell you that she did the job the best, she could no matter what the assignment and, uh... that's who she was.
Cliff Angell: She was too damn brave for her own good.
Flack: From what I hear, she took after her old man.
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Season 6

Epilogue [6.01]

Lindsay: 10 percent chance of walking? You told me it was 60.
Danny: I just didn't want to scare you.
Lindsay: You know what scares me, Danny? It's the fact that you think you need to lie to me.
Lindsay: Now don't get too comfortable in that chair.
Danny: Well, it's been a month and I haven't felt a thing. Nothing, no movement, no tingling. Nothing.
Lindsay: Danny, you gotta be patient.
Danny: We gotta start thinking that this might be the way it is, is what we gotta do.
Lindsay: Doctor said there's no permanent damage to your spine. Inflammation from the gunshot wound is causing temporary paralysis.
Danny: Yeah, but how do you forget the words like 'more than likely, best case scenario, 60% chance of recovery'? How do you do that?
Lindsay: Well, for one, I'm an optimist. For another if you don't recover, I'm going to kick your butt.
Jake Calaveras: It was all just talk, at first. Then Wilson came up with this idea. What if we made the city work for us? You know? He used the word ransom. I thought he was joking. But they kept talking about it. Doing something, again and again and again, and having the city pay us to stop.
Mac: Why, Jake? To what end?
Jake Calaveras: Dave said because we could. Just... because we could.
Mac: Because you could? Is that what I should tell the family of the bartender who died or all the people who were injured!? Is that what I should tell my detective who's sitting in a wheelchair!?
Mac: These guys aren't looking to kill, they're looking to scare.
Danny: Yeah, well, then why don't they use something other than guns?
Mac: No, think about it. All that gunfire, there's been one fatality. And at both the scene last night and the restaurant, most of the damage was to the awning and the top of the building. Their weapon of choice? Style SPP auto-machine pistol, small weapon, high-recoil, certainly not known for accuracy.
Stella: So these thugs are in the business of fear. They want the entire city to be at their mercy.

Blacklist (Grave Digger) [6.02]

Lindsay: (rushing into the lab) Sorry I'm late. The sitter was stuck in traffic.
Hawkes: (looking at her t-shirt) Whitesnake, huh?
Lindsay: Baby throw up on everything else.
McCanna Boyd Taylor: New York City Police Department's the best in the country. You've had your war, son. Take the job.
Mac: Dad...
McCanna Boyd Taylor: Claire's from New York, huh? She has family there. You're gonna need their help when... babies start coming.
Mac: (almost laughing) Whoa, Dad. We just got married. And I was thinking that maybe I'd... if I do retire, maybe I'd move back to Chicago for a while.
McCanna Boyd Taylor: No, son. There's no need for you to be here. I've had a good life. You need to live yours.
Mac: Dad...
McCanna Boyd Taylor: You've served... your country, Mac. Pick up the phone. Make the call. Take the job. Promise me... you'll make the call.
Mac: I promise.

Lat 40° 47' N/Long 73° 58' W [6.03]

Compass Killer: Do you know where I am? Do you even know which way to look?
Lindsay: (as she sees Danny doing pull ups) Danny! What are you doing?
Danny: Processing the vic's phone.
Lindsay: Oh, of course. What was I thinking?
Danny: Flack had the vic's phone pinged. We found it in a dumpster. Waiting on DNA results from the trace I found. I figured I'd get a little pump in.
Lindsay: Don't you have physical therapy today?
Danny: Yeah, yeah, so I'm getting ready for it. (as she just looks at him) What? You see Lucy lately, huh? She's standing up in her crib, cruising along the walls of the apartment. She's gonna walk soon, Lindsay.
Lindsay: Danny, please tell me you're not competing with our ten-month-old daughter.
Danny: No, I'm not competing with our daughter. All right? I'm just sick and tired of being in this chair. I want to run through Central Park with my daughter on my shoulders, okay? I want to chase down boys who try to hit on her. I want to dance with you and her at her wedding. So, if you don't mind... (preparing for another round)
Lindsay: (placing her hands at the sides of his neck, caressing it, and leaning in) I don't mind at all.
Mac: (to his team) We're going to work night and day to figure out exactly why this killer chose his victims, and were going to use that connection to catch him before the press gets wind of it and panics the whole damn city over some kind of compass killer. Or worse... before he adds another victim to the map.
Mac: Is he still here?
Sid: Who?
Mac: The husband, the man who I.D.'d her body.
Sid: He left. He was so upset. I hope he went home...
Mac: Where exactly was he standing?
Sid: That table right over there. Here (flips the lights on as Mac picks up the compass) Oh, no. The killer was here.
Mac: And I don't know where the hell he's going next.

Dead Reckoning [6.04]

Flack: If you could go back to that moment, just you and him in that apartment, would you do it again? Would you stick the knife in his chest?
Deborah Carter: (reliving the stabbing & not caring) All 17 times. Regret's a waste of time, Detective.
Flack: Right. You can't change the past. Stand up, turn around. No matter how okay you think you are, when you close your eyes at night, it's gonna haunt you. (as he cuffs her)
Hawkes: (after seeing Danny conclude his therapy early) So what was that?
Danny: What?
Hawkes: Danny, you gotta try way harder if you're gonna get up out of this chair.
Danny: Doc, you know what? I got a policy, buddy. I don't take advice unless I ask for it.
Hawkes: I got a policy, too. I'm always up-front with my friends. And with an injury like yours, you should have been up out of that chair weeks ago. You're not pushing yourself.
Danny: Are you kidding me?! I'd like to give you five minutes of the pain I feel every time I take a step.
Hawkes: Danny, I treated hundreds of trauma patients that would trade places with you in a minute.
Danny: (trying to apologize to his rehab therapist) I'm done whining. I came here so you can help me get out of this wheelchair and I'm going to do whatever it takes to make that happen. I've got a few precious things I need to pay for.
Mac: Don. Everything okay with you?
Flack: Yeah, I'm fine.
Mac: I'm not convinced.
Flack: Why do you need to be? Did I do something wrong?
Mac: It's what you didn't do. It could have got you killed.
Flack: Am I being second-guessed for not killing someone? I thought that was a good thing.
Mac: It is, if it was a choice. People are concerned about you, Don.
Flack: Tell people I said thanks, but I can take care of myself.
Mac: I wish that was true. If it wasn't for Lindsay saving your ass today, we might be having this conversation in an emergency room, or maybe not at all.
Flack: Unless you want to make that official, I got nothing else to say.

Battle Scars [6.05]

Stella: Jesse performed under the stage name 'Mechanicx'. This particular competition is known as 'Battle Step'.
Mac: I thought this type of dancing went out with Ms. Pac-Man and the Rubik's Cube.
Stella: Definitely went underground and advanced, only to resurface with a new name. It's now called street-dancing, and it's gone pro.
Mac: Something's off, though. Based on the complaint of the first robbery, Jesse stared right at the guy. Why'd the I.D. go south?
Stella: Well, you know how unreliable eyewitnesses can be, especially when they're staring down the barrel of a gun.
Brooke Hallworth: I just can't believe it was Nick under that mask. He was our friend. He came to visit me in the hospital.
Stella: He was going to go to the police to confess, but before he did, he wanted to see you to try to explain, to apologize as best he could. But when he walked into your hospital room,...
Brooke Hallworth: He realized I didn't remember anything.
Stella: He thought the whole thing would just go away.
Brooke Hallworth: (sighs) Jesse didn't need to do any of this. I loved him for who he was. God... he could make me smile.
Adam: (sees Danny slowly walking down the hallway with the a cane) Race you to the end of the hallway. Oh, hey! Just a little humor there.
Danny: Yeah, well, uh, where are we at on this hotel-room murder?
Adam: Well, behind door number one, we have a silver vase, champagne bottle and all the matching stemware. Behind door number two, we have a wool ski-mask, presumably worn by the killer. So, what's it going to be, Messer?
Danny: It's going to be door number one.
Adam: Ah. Feeling lucky about getting some prints, huh?
Danny: No, it's just a little closer.
Mac Taylor: Do you know this man?
Dot-com: Yeah, that's Jesse Lewis. Why, did he do something wrong?
Don Flack: Yeah. He stepped in front of a gun while somebody else was pulling the trigger.

It Happened to Me [6.06]

Adam: This guy was kinky with his food.
Stella: Care to elaborate on that?
Adam:I think he was sploshing. A sploshing party is an event where a group of people get together and they experience food in a, uh, sensual way. They, um, caress their bodies with foods of different textures and temperatures, and it, uh... it arouses and stimulates and... they say that it excites them and-and... well, I just, again, it's what I've… I've heard, I...
Flack: There are specific locations for these...?
Stella: Sploshing parties.
Adam: Oh, you can go to a Web site and get an invitation.
Mac: Have you talked to Sheldon?
Stella: I'm... I'm not sure what to say. Guess my expectations are too high.
Mac: What do you mean?
Stella: Hawkes is a brilliant former surgeon. And that being said, I know that he couldn't have saved Martin Stafford's life if he had tried. But what's bugging me is I don't understand why he didn't know more was wrong with him. Why he didn't see the symptoms, why he didn't tell us everything at the crime scene.
Mac: I've been asking myself those questions. When Hawkes told me what happened, I was angry, but I resisted giving him a lecture or threatening modified duty, because... it was Sheldon. All I kept thinking was, this isn't like him. It wasn't like him at all. I suppose we do expect a lot out of each other.
Stella: (sighing) Is that bad?
Mac: No.
John Simmons: That s.o.b. took my money! He invested the employees' pension, and he lost it all. We trusted him! I don't have anything. I don't have a damn thing left after all those years.
Mac: Look at me. This isn't the way to fix it.
John Simmons: What? You gonna tell me that you understand? You can't understand. You can't possibly understand.
Hawkes: I do! 'Cause a month ago, I lost everything, too. I trusted someone with my money just like you did. A money manager who turned out to be a scam artist. Now I'm living with friends. Spending my nights out, begging for overtime, but mostly, I just sit there wondering what the hell happened. And the worst about all this is that it changed me, and I don't like what I've become. The secrets I've kept, and the pride that forced me to lie to my friends and treat people unkind.
Hawkes: I'm sorry. I didn't tell anyone because I was embarrassed. I'm smart, educated, and I was duped. And it wasn't like John Simmons or even his boss, Martin Stafford. They just trusted in the economy, and it let them down. Me, I got greedy, tried to play with the big boys, and I got stung.
Stella: It wasn't greed, Sheldon. It's called optimism.

(Mac walks over as Stella and Sheldon arrive at the elevators. Mac tosses Sheldon a set of keys.)

Mac: I've got a spare room. (smiling) And it's not up for negotiation.

Hammer Down [6.07]

(as they process the overturned truck)

Lindsay: What are you thinking?
Danny: (eyes a stained Hawaiian hula-doll on the dashboard) Besides the fact that you and I have never had a honeymoon, I'm thinking that might be blood.
Stella: What else do we know about these perps?
Ray Langsten: Targets are always young women between the ages of 19 and 25. They're highly-organized, they're well-financed. They lure these women into... prostitution, black-market surrogacy, use them as human-trafficking pawns, you name it.
Stella: And now harvesting bodies for organs.
Mac: Our informant is a cellmate of a suspect we convicted six months ago in connection with a human-trafficking ring here in New York City.
Ray Langston: A little cellmate chitchat, and a convict looking to make a deal... that's hard to trust.
Mac: True, but right now, we're standing here with nothing. And I kind of got the impression you weren't here to sightsee.
Ray Langston: It never gets easier, does it?
Mac: No. I've told parents about their dead or missing kids more times than I can count. Hell, the first time was one time too many. One day, a woman whispers thank you to me through her tears. And I realized that she just needed to know that there was somebody doing everything they could for her child. And that's what you're doing, Ray. And that's worth a phone call.
Ray Langston: (as they gear up at the junk yard) Did you know that the oldest projectile fired from a weapon was recorded in the fourteenth century in Japan? It was fired from a very crude handheld cannon that you lit with a wick. Its sole purpose was for taking life. Seems that after 1,700 years of evolution we haven't come very far, have we?

Cuckoo's Nest [6.08]

Stella: (seeing Danny walk without help) Hey! On your own two feet and looking good, Messer.
Danny: Not bad, huh? First the wheelchair, now no more cane. Done.
Stella: Yeah. You know, that was one of the scariest moments and I'll never forget it when you said you couldn't move your legs.
Danny: When I saw the blood on my hands, I mean, I thought that was it.
Stella: Yeah, well, it wasn't your time.
Danny: Yeah, let's go with that.
Sid: (about their vic) There are 206 bones in the human body. Richard Caldrone broke 204 of them.
Stella: Well, jumping off a bridge has a tendency to do that.
Flack: Hey-o, Terrence! This has been fun and all, but you should probably get some new friends. Your boys are like walking parole violations. What's the matter, did I hurt your feelings? Did you get sensitive all of a sudd...? (Seeing Mac in the apartment)
Terrence: I ain't trying to have no cop convention up in here. But you two need some quality time, so I'm gonna give you all five minutes.
Mac: Hey, let's be clear. Part of me wants to take this badge off and settle this another way.
Flack: Get out of my face.
Mac: (runs him against the wall) Hey! We're in the middle of a murder investigation and you go AWOL?!?
Flack: I can handle myself.
Mac: Oh, yeah? Is that what you're doing here in this apartment? (pulls out Flack's gun) Is that why I had to get this from Terrence? Is that why I had to have Stella triangulate your phone and Danny check the ERs to see if you turned up dead? You can keep telling people that you're fine, but that won't work.

Manhattanhenge [6.09]

Stella: (entering with a mug in her hands) I just finished my third cup of coffee. Figured you could probably use one.
Lindsay: Oh, thanks, Stella. Thought we weren't supposed to drink in the lab?
Stella: We aren't, but at some point, the human body either requires sleep or massive quantities of caffeine.
Lindsay: God bless you.
Mac: (about the picture of Eckhart and his wife) So what are we looking at?
Hawkes: Manhattanhenge.
Stella: Manhattan- what?
Hawkes: It's a biannual phenomenon in which the rising or setting sun aligns perfectly with the east-west grid of Manhattan's streets. Sort of a Stonehenge-meets-concrete-and-hot-dog-carts kind of thing.
Mac: Eckhart was supposed to meet his wife at Lincoln Center after work.
Stella: But when he was running late, he told her to go to the surveyor's office instead.
Mac: Figured if they were going to miss the show, they might as well be together.
Danny: So, he blamed himself as much as everyone else.
Lindsay: Maybe more.
Hawkes: Each man is the architect of his own fate.
Stella: And sometimes the fate of others.
Mac: (toasting during dinner) Here's to a great team and to getting Hollis Eckhart off the streets.
Stella: Yes. And to reminding us that life is fleeting and we should hold on to the people we love while we can.

Death House [6.10]

Stella: (to Mac, after bending a vase that reveals a hidden room) I'll shoot you if you say ladies first.
Mac: Sam Harding was an inventor. This room, maybe this entire penthouse was his greatest creation.
Flack: Okay. Knowing that, how do we find Richard Lawson?
Mac: We play Sam Harding's game.
Stella: Things just got a lot more difficult.
Mac: (ominous) And a lot more dangerous.
Danny: Jones put up seed money for Harding's invention business. But it sounds like their deal eventually went sour 'cause Harding filed a suit in 1923 for patent infringement but it was dismissed. Jones comes up missing shortly after.
Mac: Sam Harding had motive to make that happen. Harding thought Jones stabbed him in the back and when he didn't win in court, he got revenge.
Danny: We just solved an 86-year-old murder. Not bad for a half a day's work.
Mac: Well, it gives us the rest of the day to tackle the remaining unanswered questions: who broke into the penthouse? And who made the 911 call?
Sid: Did you know that between 400 and 1400 A.D. there was a common belief that mummia was a potent medicine with curative powers? People used to grind up mummy parts and put them on their bodies to get well when they were sick.
Stella: (musing) Mmm, take two milligrams of mummy and call me in the morning.
Sid: (chuckles) Something like that.
Mac: Sid, I thought you had hobbies outside of work.
Sid: I take it my interest in the history of my profession and the fascinating world of the post-mortem does not strike you as an enjoyable pastime?
Mac: (to Stella) Let's take him to a Jets game this weekend
Sam Harding: (flashback, on the phonograph to Walter Jones) A sad, painful song. A song of lies and betrayal, heartbreaking. But a song can only make you feel so much. It's no substitute for real suffering. That's why I invited you to my home. Everything I worked for, you stole it and sold it to the highest bidder and kept the money. My money. Then you bought off the judge and made me look like a liar. So while you made millions, I invested my unrewarded ingenuity and hard work into making this place a lesson in pain, lies, and betrayal. You may be smart enough to steal my inventions, but let us see if you are smart enough to survive them. (Walter tries to run from the room, steps on a tile that gives way releasing the angel-wing knives, and knocking him to the floor, fatally wounded. Sam puts the broken phonograph pieces in Walters' pockets, walks out of the penthouse and locks the door as Sam dies inside)
Mac: (about Richard Lawson) If this guy's a successful real-estate agent, what's he doing breaking into Sam Harding's penthouse?
Stella: Well, before he died, Harding set up a trust to take care of his home, keep it empty after his death. Nobody was allowed to go inside, not even the building's super or maintenance man.
Mac: He wanted to hide the fact that he murdered Walter Jones and left him there to rot.
Stella: His secret and Jones' body would've remained undiscovered, except this week the rule against perpetuities went into effect.
Mac: That stops dead people from owning property forever.
Stella: Right, which means the penthouse was just about to be put up for auction by the state.
Mac: Maybe we should be looking for what we don't see! (realises Stella is looking confused) There's a big, giant chandelier in the middle of this tiny room with no lightswitch to turn it on! So how would you do it?
Stella: (shines her torch on the blind) Huh!? (Mac turns around as she says this) That's an odd size and place for the only window in the room!
Mac: (looks at it thoughtfully) I'll get Flack to get a ladder!
Stella: (stops him as he goes to walk away) Harding wouldn't have had a ladder!
Mac: (looks at the drawers Stella has half opened) So we use the stairs)
Stella: (smiles as he walks towards the drawers)
Mac: (climbs the "stairs" and pulls up the blind)
Stella: Nothing! (Mac looks at her) It's got to be all about the window! I mean the stairs lead right to it!
Mac: This skyscraper wasn't here in Harding's day. It's blocking the suns ray!
Stella: (chuckles) Well we can't move the building!
Mac: So we move the sun!
Stella: (opens the book aprehensivly) No title (flips a page) No author (flips several pages) Blank pages!
Mac: (sees the ribbon divider and opens to the page)
Stella: (reads out loud) If a red house is made of red bricks and a blue house is made of blue bricks...(stares at Mac) What is a green house made of?
Mac: (looks at Stella whos brow is furrowed in confusion) Glass!
Stella: (looks at the windows) Well the windows would be too obvious!
Mac: There are two vases. They're both glass so we have a 50/50 chance of being right!
Stella: (smiles at Mac) I can do better than that! (licks her finger and wipes it round the mouth of the vase) Crystal! Crystal sings. It's not glass
Mac: (looks sarcastic) Impressive!
Stella: (blushes) Thank you (goes to walk to the other vase)
Mac: Careful Stell!
Stella: (nods then licks her finger and again wipes the mouth of the vase) Ha! (Mac smiles in acceptance as she lifts the vase forward but hearing clicks of a lock makes her put the vase back down hurridely then the door opens) I'll shoot you if you say "ladies first"!
Stella: How did he get in here without playing musical furniture? I mean we had to re-arange the whole room before the door opened!
Mac: (smiles) Then there must be another way into the room! (walks through one of the doors and into another room)
Stella: (realising as they walk through a wardrobe) Flack and I was just in this room earlier!

Second Chances [6.11]

Stella: (helping Mac carry a Christmas tree) So you had to pick the biggest one, huh?
Mac: It's a Taylor family tradition. Every Christmas we visit all the tree lots looking for that one. And then the day after New Year's, when everybody puts their trees out by the curb, my dad would drive us around the neighbourhood to see if we could find a bigger one than ours.
Stella: And?
Mac: 17 Taylor Christmases, never once did we find a tree that beat us.
Mac: That's the victim, but who's the other guy?
Stella: They're both James Manning. The moment I saw him, I knew there was something familiar about him. And then when I saw that scar on his hand... I ran him through CARS for past collars and came up with this booking photo.
Mac: It's hard to believe they're the same person.
Stella: Put some meat on his bones and a shave and he looks like a completely different guy.
Mac: It's never a good thing when you look better in the autopsy photo than you do when you're alive.
Flack: I have to ask. Two years nurturing someone back to health, getting to know them, watching them grow. How do you rationalize killing them?
Debbie Fallon: They're a cancer. Living in the street like dogs. Begging for change.
Grace Chandler: Leaving their feces and stench in boxes in doorways.
Debbie Fallon: How long do you think they would have lasted before you or some other cop found them dead? We took them off the street. We gave them two more good years.
Grace Chandler: Two years living in a Park Avenue apartment building. Wearing the best designer clothes and expensive jewelry. We gave them things, things they never could have imagined. Having a life they were never supposed to live. We gave them two more years. Two years they would have never had.
Flack: And the payment for that was their lives?
Stella: (as he looks on at the interigations) Sam, you were next.
Sam Baker: What?
Stella: Your life was insured for over $5 million dollars. In order to become a legitimate beneficiary, Debbie called herself your fiance in all of the paperwork.
Sam Baker: I can't believe this is happening. I was living on the streets. She helped me get a place.
Stella: This was all part of the plan. Debbie and Grace waited two years, enough time for the policies to mature and pay out at maximum benefits, no matter what the manner of death. Most likely, Sam, in a week, you'd have been dead.
Mac: You chose people who were vulnerable and broken. People you knew had nobody to question your motives. What's it like to live without a conscience?
Grace Chandler: It's like being rich. Something you probably know nothing about.
Mac: Putting people like you away for the rest of your life, doing good... that makes me rich. Something you probably know nothing about.
Flack: I'm thinking our vic's wallet and jewelry were on someone's Christmas list.
Mac: Along with his life.
Flack: Well, let's hope that Eli can spin a better story than Sam. 'Cause the one he's telling in there just isn't holding water.
Debbie Fallon: You're so wrong. He isn't capable of murder.
Flack: Anyone's capable of murder, Miss Fallon.
Grace Chandler: I know you think I had something to do with this.
Mac: Most of the people who sit in this chair... they lie. Each time that happens we get a little bit better at knowing who's telling the truth and who's not.
Grace Chandler: And how about me, Detective. Am I a liar?
Mac: I'll let you know.
Mac: I'm going to go get Grace Chandler. Stella, you go get Sam Baker, get him out of lockup, and bring him down to Interrogation. You two pick up Debbie Fallon, get her over to the precinct.
Stella: What's going on?
Mac: We got ourselves a triangle. Except it doesn't involve love. It involves murder.
Stella: When I was a little girl, there was a sign hanging above the desk where I did my homework. And it said that "Temptation will lean on the doorbell, but opportunity may knock only once."
Sam Baker: As ironic as it might seem, Debbie provided me with a second chance, and I plan to make the most of it.
Stella: Good.
Lisa Williams: Is this the part where I look at the bloody crime scene photo, break down in tears and confess to murder?
Flack: Only if you did it.
Stella: Hey, Danny, I'm waiting for your 'boom'.
Danny: Ah, no more 'booms'. Lindsay made me promise. She's afraid it's gonna be Lucy's first word.(keeps checking the car) Boom! This is our car.
Stella: I've been guilty of it myself. Put a couple of coins or a dollar in a cup and move on. Never looking at them in the eyes, never thinking you can do more to help.
Sam Baker: Those couple of coins in the cup, that's more than most.
Flack: Debbie, before you make a complete ass of yourself, do me a favor: take a look right here.
Stella: [to Sam Baker) So somebody broke into your apartment, took the key, borrowed your car, committed a homicide, dumped the car, and then put the key back. I mean, does that sound like anything a sane person would believe?
Stella: Manning fights his way back from the streets and seems to have a great life ahead of him.
Mac: So, how does he end up in that alley right back where she found him?
James Manning: You're wasting your time worrying about me, lady. I'm a lost cause.
Stella: There's no such thing. You just need to get off the street, get sober, and start taking care of yourself.
James Manning: No, this life beat the care out of me a long time ago.
Mac: That's the victim, but who's the other guy?
Stella: They're both James Manning. The moment I saw him, I knew there was something familiar about him. And then when I saw that scar on his hand... I ran him through CARS for past collars and came up with this booking photo.
Mac: It's hard to believe they're the same person.
Stella: Put some meat on his bones and a shave and he looks like a completely different guy.
Mac: It's never a good thing when you look better in the autopsy photo than you do when you're alive.
Joe Ross: I wasn't in no alley and I didn't torch nobody, man.
Danny: Your DNA was on a cigarette butt that ignited the fire.
Joe Ross: I ain't capable of that kind of violence.
Flack: Robbery. Burglary. Assault. You got a resume for that kind of violence.
Danny: This is a step up for you.

Criminal Justice [6.12]

Judge: What you're telling me pertains to evidence that you and your investigators collected and analyzed.
Stella: I'm well aware of that.
Judge: And this could not have waited until after the defendant was remanded?
Stella: With all due respect, your honour... would you prefer to make rulings without prior knowledge of all the facts?
Judge: If what you just told me goes on record, Antonio Reyes could walk out onto the street, free to do more harm. Are you prepared to live with the potential consequences of that? Are you, detective?
Stella: I am truly sorry for having to do what I did today.
Mrs. Reynolds: And now Antonio Reyes is going to go right back out onto the street, where he can do more harm. Where he can murder somebody else's child.
Stella: I promise you, I will do everything in my power not to let that happen.
Mrs. Reynolds: Really? Like what?
Stella: There are things I can do, steps that I can take.
Mrs. Reynolds: Are any of those steps as good as having him back behind bars where he belongs?
Lindsay: (enters the locker room to see Danny with a back support under his shirts) What is that?
Danny: Nothing. Just precautionary. My back's been acting up. Probably just pulled something.
Lindsay: When?
Danny: A few weeks ago, when Flack and I were chasing Hollis Eckhart.
Lindsay: You know, Danny? Maybe you came back to work too soon.
Danny: And what are our other options, Linds? I take any more sick days, they'll force a medical leave on me.
Lindsay: Well, look on the bright side. You'd get to spend more time with Lucy. You are her favourite.
Danny: (swallows a pill) It'll be fine (leans forward and kisses the corner of her mouth) Don't worry about it.
Stella: What are some of the most common motives you've seen in your 15 years as D.A., Mr. Hansen?
D.A. Hansen: Motives for what?
Stella: Murder.
D.A. Hansen: I'm not sure I know where this is going.
Stella: Just answer the question.
D.A. Hansen: Money, drugs. Erm...
Stella: And jealousy. The kind of jealousy that builds into a rage that leads to murder.
Lindsay: (answering her phone) Lindsay Messer.
Danny: Hey babe, it's me.
Lindsay: Are you still at the acupuncture studio?
Danny: Yeah, no, I'm still here and, erm, I think somebody just lifted my wallet.
Lindsay: Are you sure you had it with you?
Danny: (getting anxious) No, no, I'm sure it was in here. They got everything... I mean, M-my-my-my wallet, my-my cards, my money, even my grandfather's dog tags. My badge.
Lindsay: Can you talk to the owner? Maybe he saw something.
Danny: They got my badge, Lindsay, what am I going to do?
Lindsay: All right, look, we'll find it, Danny, okay? Don't beat yourself up. Just come back here, we'll figure something out.
Stella: D.A or not, no one commits a perfect crime.

Flag on the Play [6.13]

Danny: Last week, my dog tags were stolen, obviously. My wallet and my badge.
Flack: What? Where did this happen?
Danny: My back's been bothering me, so I go to this acupuncture joint. I come out of the treatment, go back to my locker. Everything's gone, except my clothes.
Flack: Did you report your shield stolen?
Danny: No. I mean, I don't want to make a big deal about it... yet.
Flack: It's a big deal.
Danny: I know.
Flack: Now some nut job's running around the city with your shield. Damn it!
Scott Coleman: (whistfully about Kristen Melvoy) After we moved here, she...started dieting, got hair extensions, fixed her teeth, wanted her breasts enlarged. When she got into that lingerie-football league, she thought that was her ticket to fame and fortune. Next thing you know, that girl from Seattle was ancient history. So was our engagement.
Flack: (looking around the store) This is certainly a step up from the place my Uncle Teddie used to pawn his cufflinks when he needed a drink.
Danny: (lauhgs a bit) Yeah. Bars and pawnshops recession-proof.
Flack: Guess so.
Sid: I'm thinking maybe I missed something.
Mac: Sid, Natalie was pronounced dead in Michigan. Why are you blaming yourself?
Sid: Because I dismissed her mother's suspicion as that of a grieving parent. Perhaps if I'd looked more closely, I might have been able to prevent the death of her teammate.
Sid: I'm thinking she had an allergic reaction to something. Question is: was it intentional or accidental?
Mac: Well, even if it was accidental, we're still dealing with someone who dumped her body into a hot tub rather than call 911.

Sanguine Love [6.14]

Joseph Vance: I'm deeply disturbed... by Estelle's death.
Mac Taylor: You're deeply disturbed. I'll give you that.
Stella Bonasera: How's it going?
Danny Messer: Feeling old.
Stella Bonasera: I'd say it was the cold weather, but you're too young for aches and pains like that.
Danny Messer: Well, Mac asked Adam to develop our vic's roll of film. Kid had no idea what he was talking about. Digital generation.
Stella Bonasera: I hope you hit him.
Danny Messer: Oh, I did.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: I'll just say it straight: I think our vic may have been killed by... a vampire.
Don Flack: Billy James?
Billy James: I take it you guys don't want NYPD tattoed on your forearms.
[After finding out about the Vampire Theory]
Don Flack: That's a relief.
Danny Messer: What?
Don Flack: She's got a bed.
Danny Messer: What'd you think? She had a coffin? [Looking at photographs] She had a nice eye. Obviously put a lot of time into these photographs.
[Checking a bookcase]
Don Flack: Oh! She obviously put a lot of time into some interesting reading habits as well. [Found several books related to vampires] The awakening, Confessions of a Vampire.
Danny Messer: Are you serious? How does one get involved in this? I mean, when do you have that moment of deciding: I wanna suck someone elses blood off?
Don Flack: I don't know. Whatever happened to kids playing stickball and manhunt?
Danny Messer: Yeah, Yeah. Suddenly, its... eh... being pale, and skinny, and having sharp teeth and great hair. That's the way to go.

The Formula [6.15]

[Adam Lindsay and Danny in the garage, putting together a burnt race car]
Lindsay: Somebody did a bad thing to a good fencooler.
Adam: You a racing fan?
Lindsay: Anything that rips it up 200 miles an hour, you gotta respect.
Danny: Haha...that's my girl. You grow up in Montana and you love race cars.
Linds: Maybe stop cars, but open wheel...that's a whole different thing.
Adam: I know what you mean. Paddle-shift versus stick, front rear wings and you have the whole LCD steering wheel that you basically need an engineering degree to operate.
Lindsay: You race?
Adam: Playstation.
[Lindsay laughs]
Adam: Those games are very realistic.
Danny: All right, Speed Racer, calm down.
[Danny, Lindsay, and Adam showing Mac their findings]
Lindsay: So is this thing a beauty or what?
Adam: Every single piece is accounted for following the specs and the burn pattern.
Mac: Great work.
Danny: We checked the area behind the cockpit right here, Mac and this is where we discovered our mystery generator was located.
Lindsay: We checked with the racing coalition, and it's called a V.I.C engine.
Mac: Velocity Injection Chamber. I've read about it. It's a nasty piece of work, but it's still experimental, not every team is using it.
Lindsay: That's why it wasn't in the specs. It isn't part of the formula yet.
Danny: Might be the future if hybrid engines though. It recycles wasted energy. (He explains how it works) Instant turbo-boost right at your fingertips. Press the button and...
Adam: Boom!
[Everyone looks at him]
Adam: (mumbles) Sorry, that was...that was your moment...I thought you were gonna...boom...nothing.
Lindsay: Turns out our vic was killed by a VIC engine.
Don Flack: Maybe it's me, but I don't get it. You get 80 laps jammed into that tiny car; 10 second pit stops... Where do you go to the bathroom?
Mac Taylor: You don't wanna know.

Uncertainty Rules [6.16]

Mac: How you feeling?
James Roberts: Guilty. Like... this is all my fault. My best friends are all dead because of me.
Mac: That's not true, James. This is life. It throws things at you. Some good, some bad. No one could have predicted what happened, not even if you're Albert Einstein.
Gerald Gordon: Strangest thing. Came out of nowhere.
Stella: The lamppost? The lamppost came out of nowhere?
Gerald Gordon: Right.
Danny: They have a tendency to do that when you're driving up on the sidewalk.
Flack: Why'd you do it?
Calvin Moore: Why do you think?
Danny: For the money.
Calvin Moore: You bet your ass money.
Danny: How much money you get?
Calvin Moore: A grand.
Flack: A grand? You did this for a grand?
Calvin Moore: Yeah. It was the easiest money I ever made.

(Flack and Danny look between each other questionably)

Flack: What are you talking about?
Calvin Moore: What are you talking about?
Danny: We're talking about a quadruple homicide that apparently you committed last night.
Calvin Moore: That I committed?
Danny: Yeah. That's what it sounds like.
James Roberts: What's happening to me?
Mac: You took LSD.
James Roberts: No. No. No. No. I...
Mac: Listen to me, James. You're experiencing hallucinations, heightened anxiety, intense paranoia.
James Roberts: I wouldn't have done that. I... I... I...
Mac: Your friends took it, too. It was your 21st birthday. You were probably doing a lot of things you hadn't done before.
Flack: The hotel manager said that the girls did not check in with them.
Hawkes: So the guys either met them at some point that night and they all went back to the hotel to continue the party.
Danny: Right, or they were the party. Hired to, erm, blow out the birthday boy's candle

Pot of Gold [6.17]

Danny [to Lindsay as she is looking into a microscope]: Whatcha gawking at?
Stella Bonasera: We've got an impact mark. [Checks with the scanner] Hey Mac. Take a look at this.
Mac Taylor: That's pure gold.
Danny Messer: I can top that. Just found this, in his shoe print.
Stella Bonasera: Four leaf clover?
Mac Taylor: Natural genetic mutation. There's only one for every ten thousand three leaf clover.
Don Flack: Hang on a second. Gold, four leaf clover, right before St. Patricks Day? Where the hell are we, at the end of the rainbow? [Stella chuckles]
Mac Taylor: I'll tell you this much, neither one of these guys had the luck of the irish.
Don Flack: We got Vandemann locked up tight in protective custody.
Mac Taylor: He tell you anything more to his story?
Don Flack: Not yet, but once he has a hot meal, and realizes we're not out to kill him, he'll come around.

Rest In Peace, Marina Garito [6.18]

Adam Ross: I'd be more than happy to help you, you look a little lost.
Aubrey Hunter: Oh no, I was told to wait right by the elevator. The lost look is me just taking this all in. I've never seen a crime lab before.
Adam Ross: You know, I could give you a tour, show you some epithelials under a microscope.
Aubrey Hunter: I've seen plenty of epithelials, but thank you.
Adam Ross: Ah, Biologist?
Aubrey Hunter: Doctor.
Adam Ross: Dermatologist.
Aubrey Hunter: Emergency Room.
Adam Ross: Single?
Aubrey Hunter: Cute.
Adam Ross: Well...
Aubrey Hunter: [Looks beyond Adam] Mac.
Adam Ross: [flustered] Boss.
Mac Taylor: Hey Aubrey.
Aubrey Hunter: Hi
Adam Ross: Got some work to. [Leaves, fast]
Stella Bonasera: You think I'm trying too hard?
Don Flack: We all have a Marina Garito, Stella.

[Stella nods for him to tell him]

Don Flack: John Brennan calls the station house once a month. And anyone who answers the phone gets a story about how his wife was murdered, and the man responsible is still out there. And it breaks your heart. Because you don't have any answers for him. But what can you do? Tell me, on those Mondays, when you hung up the phone, what did you do? [Stella shakes her head a little] You can't do much. Because you are chasing bad guys, who are out there right now, and the evidence on those old cases gets cold, and the witnesses don't remember half of what they used to, and-
Stella Bonasera: You're right. But I just can't stop thinking that I should've done more to help her find her brother.
Don Flack: You took her calls every Monday. That's a lot.
Sheldon Hawkes: Hey Sid, We're not always right, but it's not always because we are wrong.

Redemption [6.19]

Hawkes: Reggie, what is it? What did you want me to know?
Reggie Tifford: ... I'm the man who killed your sister.
Mac: We're gonna need blueprints of that prison. Everything you can get your hands on. Electrical systems, service corridors, every single access point.
Stella: You really think we can do this?
Lindsay: What? What are you thinking?
Mac: We're gonna have to break Hawkes out of prison
Hawkes: (bitingly) You may save my life in here, but you killed my sister. And there's no redemption for that. Not in my book, no matter how hard you try.
Reggie: Don't you want to know what happened?
Hawkes: My sister never had it easy. She got mixed up with drugs, met people like you. I can fill in the blanks, all right? Trust me, I see it all the time.
Reggie: You're wrong, man. Maya was a good woman.
Hawkes: (cynically) Yeah. A good drug addict.
Reggie: No, man, she-she beat that. Maya was already clean when I met her. I wasn't, and she made the mistake of trying to help me.
Hawkes': (surprised) She got clean?
Reggie: Yeah. Listen, man... I was high at the time, right? And we got into a fight. You know I-I had no idea what was happening until it was over, man. I swear, I had no idea, and then I lied to the cops. I told them she got killed by some dealer she was trying to buy drugs from. After that, I was out of control. Took two more lives and ended up here. Man, not a day goes by I don't think about what I did.

Unusual Suspects [6.20]

Flack [to Sam Harris]: It's going to be a while before your brother wakes up. So in the meantime, I'm going to need you to help me catch the man who did this to him. Think you can do that? [shows Sam a small size NYPD shirt to get changed into] Make a real cop out of you.
Aubrey: You know, all my time in Afghanistan, and I will never get used to a child being in one of those beds.
Stella: It's the worst part of our job.
Mac: The day we get used to it is the day we should walk out the door.
Danny [to Hawkes]: You find our smoking gun, Doc?
Hawkes: It's definitely been discharged. Won't know exactly when until I get it back to the lab.
Lindsay: Where did you find it?
Hawkes: Trash can. Over there, right on top.
Lindsay: Meaning whoever dumped it was in a hurry.
Danny: Or they were just plain stupid.
Sid: When something presses on an exit wound in a manner that restricts the expansion and tearing of the victim's skin, we call it a shored wound. Shored wounds appear smaller than usual and can be mistaken for an entrance wound.
Mac: Sam was there. Maybe he can point us in the right direction.
Flack: I don't think he's ready, Mac. You should've seen him in that room. That line-up took a lot out of him. He was looking directly at Cook, but he wouldn't identify him.
Mac: Then we'll have to find another way.
Sam Harris: I think I can do it. I think I can show you guys what happened.
Hawkes: The stria on the slug that was lodged in Nicky's backpack matches Castro's gun.
Stella: Well, if Castro shot Nicky, then how did Johnny Cook's DNA end up under his fingernails?
Aubrey: (signing some medical charts) I swear, sometimes it takes me half an hour just to get out the door.
Mac: I know that feeling.
Hawkes: Castro was due to strike First Federation.
Stella: We believe that he was casing the branch, he saw Nicky and Sam robbing the bank, so he followed them into the alley and robbed them.
Hawkes: The gun I found on top of the trash can belonged to those boys, Flack.
Flack: But you have zero forensic evidence to prove that. And please, one of you tell me where those kids got a gun.
Stella: You got to let go of your feelings for this kid, Flack. Sam Harris was lying to you.
Flack: Sam Harris does not have it in his DNA to lie like that.
Stella: Unless he had a very good reason.
Mac [to Sam Harris]: Troy Castro didn't rob that bank, Sam. You and your brother Nicky did.
Sam Harris: Nicky said that if I told anyone, we'd go to jail. (crying) I don't want to go to jail.
Mac: You're not going to jail. I promise. We know what went down, Sam. We just need to hear it in your words.
Mac: Nicky gave the bank teller a note asking for exactly $933.
Mrs. Harris: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Nine... $933?. That's our rent. Sam must have heard me on the phone saying I didn't have it.
Sam Harris: I told Nicky we were going to get kicked out of the apartment. He said we had to look after you now, 'cause Dad was gone.
Mac [to Sam Harris]: The man who took your brother's watch, it was this man, wasn't it? (shows Sam a picture of Johnny Cook)
Sam Harris: Yeah, that's him. He stole it three days ago.
Flack: That's why you created his face for the composite sketch, as opposed to the guy who really shot your brother, Troy Castro?
Sam Harris: I was scared that if I described the man who shot Nicky, you guys would find out we robbed the bank.
Flack: Can you imagine the burden that little guy was carrying around? 12 years old. He's protecting his older brother and his mother.
Stella: Still can't wrap my head around the fact that they thought robbing a bank was their only option.
Flack: Luckily the D.A. and the bank president agreed not to press charges. And money's been pouring in from the public. Should be enough to keep a roof over their head for at least a little while.
Flack: I'm sure this isn't the only cap with Derek Jeter's number on it floating around the city. Doesn't prove anything.
Stella: Well, it proves that Nicky was in the bank with a gun and a note.
Flack: Come on, Stella. Troy Castro robbed that bank and the only reason he hasn't confessed to it is 'cause he's dead.
Mrs. Harris: I know Sam's a witness and you need his help, but he just lost his father, and now his brother's here in the hospital, and... he's just a kid. He can't handle all these questions. I think he needs a break right now.
Flack: My gut as a cop? Sam wants to help us, but he's too young and too messed up to remember what happened.
Danny: My gut as a CSI is that the wound was a through and through, so where's the blood spatter? Where are the impact marks? Where's the bullet?
John Cook: You can run your little game on me all day long. All you got is what? Possession of stolen property and some kid who needs to wash his hands a little better.
Mac: You just better hope that little boy doesn't die.
Stella: Cocky bastard.
Flack: Well, he's been in that chair before. He knows the drill.
Mac: (to John Cook) You might be a badass on your neighborhood block, but when you get on the cell block, you'll be just another punk who shot a little kid in the back.

Tales from the Undercard [6.21]

Point of View [6.22]

Vacation Getaway [6.23]

Don Flack: I'm facts, he's science.
Danny: (Reading from the newspaper) It all started when Casey's brother hung himself in prison, after being convicted of allegedly robbing a bar and killing the bartender... (drops the newspaper) Allegedly, no, no, he killed a guy.
Lindsay: You want to know what tomorrow's headline is going to be? Woman allegedly kills her husband for not helping with the laundry. Come on we were supposed to leave an hour ago.
Danny: (Talking to Lucy) You see how your mommy talks to me? I'm pretty sure the beach isn't going anywhere, is it?
Danny: (Talking to LIndsay) You think you can get away with that?
Lindsay: Killing you? Absolutely.
Danny: You're that confident with your crime scene clean up skills?
Lindsay: Oh, who said I would clean up anything?
Danny: Oh, of course, you wouldn't leave anything behind right?
Lindsay: No, I would leave everything behind. Including me.
Danny: Oh, so you're going with self defense.
Danny: (Talking to Lucy) She's going with self defense.
Lindsay: You were in here folding laundry, I came in with Lucy to tell you that I was leaving you.
Danny: (Talking to Lucy)(Sarcastically) Leaving me.
Lindsay: The love was gone. We stopped having sex when your impotence problem and your temper became too much for me to handle. So, I said good bye, I turned, and you grabbed me from behind.. It was awful. I mean he had gotten angry before, but never like that Officer. The rage in his eyes...he started choking me, and I was gasping for air. I grabbed the vase and... hit him over the head with it. (Covers her mouth with her hand)
[Danny makes a not bad face to Lucy]
Lindsay: I would be out of the Precinct by Noon.
Danny: I'm genuinly frightened. I don't want to go on this vacation
[Lindsay starts to laugh and throws a pile of clothes at him]
Lindsay: Pack
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Season 7

The 34th Floor [7.01]

Jo Danville: (about finding the dead girl upon her arrival at the crime lab) My first thought was, "It's a practical joke. You know? Welcome to the New York Crime Lab."
Mac Taylor: We usually sabotage a pair of latex gloves or have a tech pose as a dead body in autopsy, then suddenly pop to life, but murder? Not our style.
Jo Danville: Good to know.
Danny Messer: (joining Lindsay on the roof) Thought I'd find you up here. Is this your new spot?
Lindsay Monroe: Did I have an old one?
Danny Messer: (hugging her) Yes, you did... right here.
Jo Danville: I'm not breaking any rules. I'm trying to create new ones.
Jo Danville: Hi. I'm Jo Danville. I'm your new crime scene investigator. And this young woman is dead.
Jo Danville: I thought the NY Crime Lab had a BYOB policy. [Danny and Sheldon look confused]. Bring your own body. [Boys laugh]
Jo Danville: (on the phone) Hey, what's up? No. No. Because I said so. No, no. Absolutely not. Because I (looking at Mac, a bit embarrassed) said so. I love you, too.
Mac: Was that your son?
Jo: No, my momma.
Adam: Hello Josephine
Jo: It's Jo
Adam: That's not what it says in your file

Unfriendly Chat [7.02]

Adam Ross: Mac! You gotta come back to the lab.
Mac Taylor: What? Why?
Adam Ross: Because... because I think I just saw a woman get murdered.
Adam Ross: I feel like I've forgotten everything, like I-I can't remember any of the details.
Jo Danville: Well, that's not uncommon, when the brain experiences trauma. Sometimes it locks up. But not to worry, cause I always carry a spare set of keys.
Sass Dumonde (to Adam): Your eyes are kind. Are they telling the truth?
Adam Ross: I, uh... I hope so. Uh... I'm Adam. What's your name?
Sass Dumonde: (in a French accent) Nice to meet you, Adam.
Adam Ross: (imitating her accent) A... Adam?
Sass Dumonde: But if I told you my name, I'm afraid I'd have to kill you...(muffled screaming)
Adam Ross: What the hell? (witnesses Sass being killed)
Jo Danville: Are you absolutely sure, Adam, it was murder? While I was at the FBI, we saw hundreds of fake snuff films and Internet hoaxes every year. Staged suicides, bogus kidnappings... it can be very convincing.
Mac Taylor: You're certain what you saw was real?
Adam Ross: (sighs) I saw a man in black walk up behind a beautiful woman and choke the life right out of her. I've never seen anyone get murdered before. Until tonight.
Don Flack: We don't know who our killer is. We don't know who our victim is.
Jo Danville: And our crime scene could be anywhere in the world.
Jo Danville: Well, new memories are usually stored in the hippocampus, and then transferred to the brain's frontal lobes for long-term storage, but when a person's memory experiences traumatic collapse, sometimes you gotta dig from the other side, using memory triggers, potent emotions from the past, to unlock memories in the present.
Mac Taylor: Adam, you all right?
Adam Ross: I've been better.
Mac Taylor: You want to talk about it?
Adam Ross: What's there to say? He strangled her, she died... end of transmission. I'm gonna wait in the car.
Jo Danville [to Adam]: You're being ridiculous.
Adam Ross: What?
Jo Danville: You deal with death every day. This case is no different. Man up.
Adam Ross: Are you kidding me? Jo, I saw this girl alive. She's not just another dead body on the slab to me. Oh, no, did you just do that so I'd spill my guts? Oh, damn it!
Jo Danville: Sorry, Adam. You can't keep your feelings bottled up. Contents may explode under pressure.
Lindsay Monroe: He came in and out like he owned the place. There's no obvious signs of B & E.
Danny Messer: This is an old building. Lucy can pick that lock.
Lindsay Monroe: We did find Sass Dumonde's dead body.
Danny Messer: According to the university, she was in your class last semester.
Lindsay Monroe: We found her strangled to death with your fancy headphones.
Danny Messer: (whistles) That's pretty harsh. I mean, I failed Calculus, but my teacher didn't kill me.
Jo Danville [to Torrey Powell]: You swallow a lot. I mean a lot a lot. I don't mean to make you feel self-conscious. It's a common OCD anxiety disorder. And I would recommend exercise or some kind of organized sports to keep your mind focused on something else. But since those really aren't an option now, you're kinda screwed. Unless...
Torrey Powell: Unless what?
Jo Danville: Well, the sympathetic nervous system is responsible for your body's reaction to stress and right now, there's no question you're under a great deal of that. So you're gonna need to really figure out how to alleviate that somehow.
Don Flack: How about by telling us the truth, Torrey?
Jo Danville: It's a matter of your personal safety.
Torrey Powell: What the hell kinda mind games are you playing, lady?
Jo Danville [to Adam]: I got a courtesy call from an old friend of mine at the FBI. Turns out the Feds have been investigating Dragga Financial for all sorts of shenanigans. In fact, they were kind enough to share their files with me, pretty much all of it. But they weren't too keen on seeing an NYPD computer digging around in their sandbox.
Adam Ross: Okay, that's great. But I know why you're here. I've heard about your rep. So what, are you gonna blow the whistle on me now, too?
Jo Danville: You don't want to go there. Me leaving the Bureau to come here was about conviction and evidence and doing my job.
Adam Ross: Okay. I'm sorry. That w... that wasn't fair.
Lindsay Monroe: A few of these and a laptop, and she's able to write, record her own music, post it online for millions of people to hear, and then text and video-chat with God knows how many more.
Danny Messer: Well, that's great, but how long before more is too much?
Lindsay Monroe: (laughs) I don't know, but... you know, we already opened the 21st century, Danny. I think it's too late to send it back.
Danny Messer: Yeah, well, you're probably right about that, but just to be clear, though, Lucy is never going near a computer, okay? Just, ever.
Lindsay Monroe: Okay. But she does have, uh, a laptop lab at her preschool, and she can use my iPhone better than I can.
Danny Messer: Damn it.
Adam Ross: I shared the final moments of Sass Dumonde's life. I, I... I heard her music. I... I saw her joy. I-I... maybe even fell in love a little. And then, three minutes later, it was... it was just over.
Jo Danville: When you cross paths with people like that, it's hard not to stop in your tracks. But believe me when I tell you... none of what you're doing now will bring her back. It will only bring you down.
Adam Ross: What do I do now, though?
Jo Danville: Go home. Go to bed. Come back in the morning ready to do what's right.
Sheldon Hawkes: You got to be hurting a little bit today, huh, man?
Adam Ross: I got a, uh, you know, three-day suspension. It's pretty painful.
Danny Messer: Ah, come on. Hacking after Mac told you not to? You're lucky he didn't suspend you from the flagpole out front.
Sheldon Hawkes: Yeah, you go home, lick your wounds, uh, catch up on your soaps. You'll be fine.

Damned If You Do [7.03]

Mac Taylor: Mrs. Travers, did someone in your family do this to you?
[Mrs. Travers moves her finger up and down, meaning "yes"]
Mac Taylor: [to an officer)] Give me that picture over there. Right there. Come on. Come on. Mrs. Travers, I need you to listen very carefully... [pointing to Billy Travers] Is this the person who did this to you?
[Mrs. Travers moves her finger up and down, meaning "yes"]
Mac Taylor: Is this your son? Did your son do this to you?
[Mrs. Travers moves her finger up and down, meaning "yes"]
Mac Taylor: We got to find this kid right away.
Danny Messer [to Lindsay]: Remember what I said about having a son?
Lindsay Monroe: Yeah.
Danny Messer: Never mind.
Lindsay Monroe: You want to take the front door or you want the bedroom?
Sheldon Hawkes: I'll leave the bedroom to you two.
[Danny giggles]
Lindsay Monroe: Thanks. Bed or floor?
Danny Messer: I'll take the floor.
Billy Travers [after his mother identifies him as the one who beat her and killed her husband]: I don't understand. Why would she do this to me?
Jo Danville: Do this to you? Maybe because you beat her within an inch of her life.
Billy Travers: I wasn't even at the house. I haven't been home in over a month.
Jules Roday: He didn't do it. He doesn't have it in him to do something like this.
Don Flack: Okay, Jules, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Everyone has it in them to do something like this. Everyone.
Jules Roday: No. Not Billy.
Don Flack: How long have you been going out?
Jules Roday: Five months.
Don Flack: Five months? I usually like to wait at least six months before I can attest to somebody's lack of homicidal tendencies.
Jules Roday: You're kind of a bitch, you know that?
[Flack smiles]
Jo Danville: So from about 8:00 to 11:00, I'm just supposed to take your word for it that you were in your room? And the only person who can account for your whereabouts earlier that day is your girlfriend [starts writing down]
Billy Travers: What are you doing?
Jo Danville: Math. Because you're not man enough to admit what you did. Now I gotta do Math. I hate Math. Half hour by train to get to your parents' place. 25 minutes to stand outside and build the courage to kill them. Another 40 minutes inside to do the deed and change your clothes. 15 minutes to puke and then find a place to ditch the bloody clothes. Another half hour to travel to your room (she sums up) Five... ten... carry one... two hours and 20 minutes, give or take. Plenty of time for you to commit the murder and get back to your room.
Sid Hammerback: The human skull is composed of one of the most durable substances found in nature. It takes approximately one ton to reduce the diameter of the skull by one centimeter. Unfortunately for Walter Travers, when you get whacked in the head multiple times with a blunt-force object, that doesn't mean a whole lot.
Sid Hammerback [to Jo]: You came from D.C., right?
Jo Danville: Yeah.
Sid Hammerback: It's an interesting town. I've only been there once to testify before Congress.
Jo Danville: Oh, on behalf of the National Academy of Sciences?
Sid Hammerback: Oh, no, no. I was there to testify that they have no business restructuring the College Bowl system. I never got past the door. But the town is... is quite... lovely.
Jo Danville: Okay.
Jo Danville: Is the mother gonna make it?
Mac Taylor: She's not conscious yet but the doctors say she'll pull through. It's nothing short of a miracle. I've never seen anyone take a beating like that and survive.
Jo Danville: I wonder if I'd even want to. How do you go through life knowing your kid killed his father and tried his best to kill you?
Don Flack:[to Manny Ravarra] We're here about a homicide that was committed last night in Jamaica Estates. Couple was bludgeoned to :death.
Danny Messer: And we don't make you for it. In fact, we have an eyewitness who says it wasn't you.
Manny Ravarra: All right.
Danny Messer: But your cell mate, he says you did it. Said you were bragging about it.
Don Flack: But Owen Hicks is looking to get out from under a robbery charge that will most likely send him upstate for the next 15 years, so...
Danny Messer : Yeah, not the most reliable source. We figured we'd come here, lay our cards on the table, give you an opportunity to respond.
Manny Ravarra: Let me see if I got this right. My crackhead cell mate gives me up for a murder that an eyewitness says was committed by someone else, and you two drop by here to give me the opportunity to say that I didn't do nothing? I got that right?
Don Flack: What about it, Manny?
Manny Ravarra: What about it? Sometimes crackheads actually tell the truth.
Danny Messer: So what are you saying?
Manny Ravarra: I'm saying your eyewitness is wrong. I killed that couple.
Lindsay Monroe: (about Billy Travers) He was either extremely careful or we have to consider that he didn't do this.
Mac Taylor: At the scene, I thought that might be the only chance to talk to her. When they said there was no forced entry, that prompted me to show her a photo of her family.
Lindsay Monroe: And she was responsive, right?
Mac Taylor: She was. She looked me in the eye and understood me. But maybe I pushed too hard in the moment.
Don Flack: (sitting in the sidewalk) I can just picture Manny Ravarra, sitting the cafeteria with a stupid grin on his face, eating a bologna sandwich, gloating to the other inmates how two mope detectives are knee-deep in crap for absolutely no reason.
Danny Messer: (coming out of the sewer) Actually, I only see one mope detective down here. You want to join me?
Don Flack: I don't do sewers. It's like he said... he's doing life, he's got nothing to lose, so why not jerk us around?
Sheldon Hawkes: Looks like Manny Ravarra's playing you.
Danny Messer: Why would he want to go down for a murder he didn't commit?
Mac Taylor: Mrs. Travers, do you remember what happened last night?
Grace Travers: No. I just remember waking up in this room.
Mac Taylor: I realize this is hard, but can you tell me why your son would have done this?
Grace Travers: Billy?
Mac Taylor: Yes.
Grace Travers: You think Billy did this to me?
Mac Taylor: Last night, you identified your son. To me. I showed you a photograph and you indicated that he had done this.
Grace Travers: No... no, I did no such thing. No, Billy didn't do this. He would never do anything to hurt me or his father.
Mac Taylor: Mrs. Travers, I know you've been through a lot...
Grace Travers: Who are you?
Mac Taylor: My name is Mac Taylor.
Grace Travers: Why did you come here? To tell me that my son did this to me? To tell me these lies?
Mac Taylor: I don't want to upset you...
Grace Travers: No, you listen to me! You leave Billy alone, do you understand me? He would never do this! Now, go! Get out! Leave my family alone!
Sid Hammerback: Oftentimes, damage to the temporal lobe results in seizures and those seizures have a tendency to start in the hands.
Mac Taylor: So it's possible the movement of her finger up and down was involuntary. You think I made a mistake showing her the photograph?
Sid Hammerback: Well, like you said, she was responsive and obeying commands. I hate to play devil's advocate here, Mac, but a defense attorney would have a field day with that ID. Bottom line, we don't have a picture of what happened in her brain when she moved her finger. So there's just no way to know if her ID is reliable.
Mac Taylor: And now she's defending her son.
Danny Messer: Ravarra come through the 116 last night around 2:00 A.M. Same time and precinct as Billy Travers.
Jo Danville: So Flack's going at Billy in the interrogation room and Manny's sitting in the bullpen being processed? Rookie cops.
Adam Ross: (to Owen Hicks; impersonating a polygraph examiner)I understand there's a question to the veracity of certain statements that you may or may not have made and or heard during your confinement in the fine institution known as Rikers Island. Is that correct?
Owen Hicks: I have no idea what the hell you just said, man.
Adam Ross: Are you playing games with me, son?
Owen Hicks: No, I'm not playing games...!
Adam Ross: Because any heretofore games will not be tolerated. Okay?
[As Jo and Danny witness Adam trying to get a confession out of Owen Hicks]
Jo Danville: How long do you give him?
Danny Messer: Well, if Adam remembers to plug the damn thing in, I don't think he gets past the first question.
Jo Danville: First question? No way it gets that far.
[Back in the interrogation room]
Adam Ross: (to Owen Hicks as he gets him ready for the polygraph) This simply measures your blood pressure while the test is being administered. The information then relays to the pen thingy which will go haywire if you're full of... if you're being untruthful. And, based on the amount of sweat that's accumulated on your forehead... gross... is more than likely.
Mac Taylor: Judge let Billy Travers out on bail. As of now, the mother's I.D. is all we have and I'm not even sure we have that.
Jo Danville: Should we offer her some kind of protection?
Mac Taylor: She'll refuse. She's on her son's side now. So unless we come up with a forensic link, he'll be at her bedside by the end of the day.
Mac Taylor: If this is gonna work we got to trust each other. The DD-5 documenting Grace Travers recanting the I.D.... I saw you looking at it. Damaging to the case... you thought maybe I wouldn't file it?
Jo Danville: History has a tendency of repeating itself.
Mac Taylor: What happened in D.C. is not a part of my history.
Mac Taylor: Uncovering mistakes made by your lab and alerting defense counsel was part of your oath. Still is.
Jo Danville: Tell that to Senator Matthews. I still get letters from him blaming me for the outcome of his daughter's case. The mistake I uncovered was made by a guy named Frank Waters. Impeccable reputation. I worked with Frank Waters for 12 years, Mac. I went to his wedding, his kids' birthdays. So when I discovered he destroyed a document detailing a mistake he made interpreting DNA results, trust became just another word and Serena Matthews' rapist went free.
Mac Taylor: You had to make it public.
Jo Danville: It was a decision I don't regret making and I'd make it again.
Mac Taylor: Jo, my team does not sacrifice integrity for a desired result. Now that you're part of it, I promise you you'll never have to make that kind of decision again, okay?
Don Flack :[about Paul Benson] I don't get it. This guy was the senior class president, captain of the soccer team, Dean's list. This kid had everything going for him back in 2002. He was the guy you love to hate in every John Hughes film.
Danny Messer: He was even dating the prom queen, Sarah Dufresne.
Don Flack: Apparently dating her wasn't enough (reads from Benson's file) "I told him I wanted to wait, that if he loved me, he would respect that I wanted to wait. He grabbed my arms and pinned me down." One minute he's Harvard bound, next he's Rikers bound.
Steven Benson: (about testifying against his son, Paul in a rape case) Not a day goes by we don't second-guess our decision. Paul's our son.
Jo Danville: If you'd kept silent, you wouldn't have been able to live with yourselves.
Steven Benson: It took a few weeks and several fights, but we decided that telling the truth was the right thing to do.
Jo Danville: It was. No matter how much it may have hurt. So you had no contact with Paul after that?
Steven Benson: We tried, but Paul didn't want anything to do with us. He felt that we'd betrayed him so he just cut us off.
Nina Benson: We moved a couple years later. Tried to put it behind us.
Jo Danville: Paul was digging by the side of the house for the spare key. But the locks had been changed and he used a crowbar to get inside. He thought it was you in that bed. Paul went back to the house to kill you.
Mac Taylor: What were you thinking, Paul? You were getting even? That killing your parents was somehow gonna settle the score for them testifying against you?
Paul Benson: I was just a kid.
Mac Taylor: You were 18 years old. You were old enough to be held accountable for your actions.
Paul Benson: They betrayed me.
Mac Taylor: No, no. You betrayed them. You think it was easy for your parents to do what they did? Your girlfriend, Sarah... they were just supposed to let her go through life knowing you raped her and got away with it?
Paul Benson: The woman who went to the hospital... she survived? She's gonna be okay?
Mac Taylor: No. She lost her husband, her son lost his father and she's gonna have permanent brain damage. So, no, she's not gonna be okay. You had an opportunity to get out and make something of your life, Paul. Instead, you destroyed another family.
Mac Taylor: I'm sorry you had to go through that, Billy.
Billy Travers: Yeah. I get it. You were just doing your job, I guess.
Mac Taylor: You know, sometimes we lose sight of how hard it is to be called a suspect.
Grace Travers: Billy. Who's this?
Mac Taylor: My name is Mac Taylor.
Grace Travers: Have you met my son Billy?
Mac Taylor: I have. You have a good son, Mrs. Travers. You're a very lucky woman.
Jo Danville: (To Sid) Can you tell us anything about the nature of the blunt-force object?
Sid Hammerback: (Stares at her, doesn't say anything)
Sheldon Hawkes: Sid?
Sid Hammerback:: I'm sorry, I just wasn't prepared for you to be so...
Jo Danville: Female? (smiles)

Sangre por Sangre [7.04]

Don Flack: (about Panthro Torres) Guy wakes up a big shot, ends up a shish kabob.
Mac Taylor: A lot can change in one day.
Don Flack: Torres was the leader of El Puño so this was likely a hit by a rival gang.
Mac Taylor: That means El Puño's gonna want blood.
Jo Danville: From what I've heard, these aren't two-bit, three-block dope dealers.
Mac Taylor: Far from it. They control East Harlem.
Don Flack: Drug trafficking, extortion, murder for hire, name it. El Puño's a one-stop shop for all bad things.
Jo Danville: Whoever killed Torres is gonna have a mark on their head.
Mac Taylor: Well, we got to find them before the streets do, or it's going to be war.
Sheldon Hawkes: Torres was a big time gangster, but I guess it's true what they say: you live by the gun...
Sid Hammerback: You get gunshot wounds.
Danny Messer: (about a lipstick mark in the mirror of the victim's hotel room) Somebody's got to kiss and tell.
Jo Danville: Torres' death leaves a void at the top of his crew, so I thought I'd look at his replacements might be able to avoid a street war if we can talk to them. So I'm gathering this as I go. Seems, Torres was the face of this crew, but Lisa Brigosa... she's the brains and Rick Devarro is the street muscle. Although, given his penchant for getting arrested, Rick's not too bright.
Mac Taylor: There's one other. Luther Devarro.
Jo Danville: Any relation to Rick?
Mac Taylor: His older brother. Founder of El Puño, but more of an advisor at this stage of his career. I helped put him away 15 years ago. He was released last week.
Jo Danville: Gasoline on the fire.
Mac Taylor: It's one thing to be a street guy, another to be smart. But it's dangerous when both those qualities are embodied in one person.
Adam Ross: I've seen everything in these bottles: worms, spiders, live scorpions... whose venom, by the way, okay, makes this drink an hallucinogenic. [Hawkes makes a face] Uh, well, I... I... I don't know anything about that.
Mac Taylor [to Lisa Brigosa]: Last I saw you, you were in Catholic school.
Lisa Brigosa: Back when I robbed nuns for fun.
Luther Devarro: (about Mac) Fernando. Take a look at this man. If you're ever stupid enough to get arrested, this is the guy you want to put the handcuffs on. He's a fair man.
Luther Devarro: Next generation. Teach them a little respect.
Mac Taylor: You've been away for a while. Things have changed.
Luther Devarro: Question is: for better or worse? In our time, it wasn't about guns. It was the knuckle game, remember? I had snap in my shoulder. I hit you, you were hurting.
Mac Taylor: What I remember is you beating a rival gang member to a pulp. That's what put you away.
Luther Devarro: Defending the neighborhood. This place has always welcomed me with open arms.
Mac Taylor: So did El Puño. What you started only got stronger when you went away.
Luther Devarro: Yeah, no thanks to you. Every couple of months, I'd find one of my men in the mess hall.
Mac Taylor: Didn't want you to get lonely.
Mac Taylor [to Luther Devarro]: I want to know if I'm gonna have a problem with your crew.
Luther Devarro: This your way of paying condolences? Last time I checked, it was one of my men who had holes burned into him.
Mac Taylor: And killing more people is going to make it right?
Luther Devarro: What's the alternative, turn it over to the NYPD? Cops like to see us as defendants or, better yet, deceased.
Mac Taylor: Doesn't have to be that way.
Luther Devarro: I didn't make the rules.
Mac Taylor [to Luther Devarro]: You want to teach the next generation? You tell them revenge lands them in prison or a grave. You're a man of intelligence. Reason with them.
Luther Devarro: Men can reason all they want. Machines got minds of their own.
Mac Taylor: I want your assurance that this is not the beginning of a war.
Luther Devarro: I hear your concern but I can't make that assurance.
Hazel Ortega [to Flack]: I didn't kill him.
Don Flack: You know, these talks would go a lot better if you weren't packing a 45, which is the same calibre used to kill Torres, by the way.
Don Flack: I'm good. I'm pissed. Hazel Ortega got shot in my custody.
Mac Taylor: And they would have killed her if you didn't get off some shots. There was nothing you could do. This was an organized hit and she was the target.
Adam Ross [to Hawkes]: Hey, what do you know about Fishzilla?
Sheldon Hawkes: Sounds like a bad name for a monster movie.
Adam Ross: Close... it's the nickname of that weird little thing I found at the bottom of the mezcal bottle. Yeah, its real name is snakehead fish, all right, and it's illegal in all 50 States.
Sheldon Hawkes: Then it couldn't have been that easy to get. How did it end up at our crime scene?
Adam Ross: Uh, I don't know, maybe it was left as a message. You know, these things are pretty vicious. They eat everything, even their own kind.
Sheldon Hawkes: The message could be in the name. Snakehead... reference to the Mambas?
Adam Ross: I'm trying to track down where you can buy these things and then maybe I can figure out who purchased it.
Sheldon Hawkes: How are you going to track it down if it's illegal and off the books?
Adam Ross: I... I know a guy that knows a guy that... knows a guy that knows another guy.
Hazel Ortega: Where I grew up, there's a saying: people who see but keep their mouths shut are the ones who live.
Fernando Flores: Why would I want to go anywhere else when I can learn from Mr. Devarro?
Luther Devarro: Learn from me? Learn from my mistakes. Fact is, you want to start out like me, you might end up like Panthro. Muerto.
Mac Taylor: (to Luther Devarro) A handshake used to mean something. An officer was shot today, and a civilian wounded. The ammo we found had your crew's signature on it. When a guy like you gets released from prison a week before people start getting shot, I don't believe it's coincidence.
Sheldon Hawkes: Two shootings. Same signature.
Don Flack: One gang, El Puño.
Jo Danville: So Torres' murder wasn't a rival hit by the Mambas; it was an inside job.
Sheldon Hawkes: So, just like a snakehead, someone in El Puño's eating their own.
Mac Taylor: I want to talk to each one of their power players. Lisa Brigosa, the Devarro brothers, Rick and Luther and Fernando Flores. Each one of them is either a potential suspect, or a potential victim.
Adam Ross: Our fish smuggler remembers a tough-looking Puerto Rican guy buying from him.
Sheldon Hawkes: He get a name?
Adam Ross: No, but he did specifically ask for three snakeheads.
Sheldon Hawkes: So our killer asked for three, and only two have been used. That's pretty simple math.
Adam Ross: Which leaves one more victim yet to be determined.
Rick Devarro [to Luther]: You killed Panthro? And Lisa?
Luther Devarro: There was a time when crimes against the people in the neighbourhood were not allowed.
Rick Devarro: You still preaching that neighbourhood garbage? You were gonna kill me for that? I'm your brother.
Mac Taylor: You're a man of reason, Luther. Come out, give yourself up.
Luther Devarro: It's too late for me, Detective. I never intended to create something violent. It was never about drugs and guns, money and power. When they put me away, all that changed. Torres, Lisa and my brother! Took what I created, just a group of guys trying to watch each other's back, taking care of their neighbourhood and they turned it into some criminal enterprise.
Luther Devarro: Sitting in my cell, hearing about how El Puño was the most feared and violent gang. Inmates coming up to me and paying respect. I wanted to tear it down!
Mac Taylor: Did you honestly think you could do that by killing the heads of the gang? They'll all be replaced by others.
Luther Devarro: I never intended to save the world but somebody had to be held accountable. Those that made the same promise I did. Promise to protect the neighbourhood, not to eat it alive. To defend it, not to become the worst threat it had ever known.
Mac Taylor: Now you've caused even more bloodshed. Killing people won't solve it. We're fighting the same fight. Why didn't you come to me? We could have taken them down together.
Luther Devarro: Because old habits die hard, and we're different kind of people. I gain closure here, Detective, in the spirit of what I created. I have no other choice. It all ends here. Tonight.
Luther Devarro: [prevents Mac from asking for medical help over the radio] Don't make... I started it. I end it. That includes me.
Luther Devarro: The rules of the street. This wasn't about taking over... [coughs so he won't choke on his blood] This was about making things right.

Out of the Sky [7.05]

Don Flack: Recognize our robbery vic?
Mac Taylor: Roland Carson, defense attorney.
Don Flack: I prefer scumbag lawyer but, yeah, that's him. Body belongs to Melvin La Grange. He was a drug dealer whose hobbies include murder and extortion.
Mac Taylor: Let me guess, scumbag's client?
Mac Taylor: What were they after?
Don Flack: Cash, stock certificates and get this. $5 million in precious gems and jewellery. Carson was keeping them for a client in his private safe.
Mac Taylor: It's not so safe after all.
Lindsay Monroe: Our robbers are wearing the very latest in B & E chic. This season no heist is complete without these little beauties.
[Lindsay is wearing button size LEDs that make her head appear unidentifiable on the screen as it's covered by a bright light]
Lindsay Monroe: I'm walking... I'm walking... I'm walking. I'm busting the safe, I'm making my escape.
Jo Danville: A must-have for the fashion forward felon.
Danny Messer: If Jimmy would have just patted these guys down a little better, or if that gun just fell one inch in the other direction, his whole life is different right now.
Danny Messer: Six years on the job, Jimmy... how you end up working for this bastard Carson?
James Belson: Oh, come on, man, he doubled my salary. Wasn't like I had a lot of options. Hey, you know, if you're interested, now that you're a family man, maybe I could line something up for you.
Danny Messer: I don't plan on retiring any time soon.
James Belson: Well, neither was I, if you remember.
Sid Hammerback: This poor boy was beaten, cut and shot. Does it seem at all extreme for a simple street mugging?
Lindsay Monroe: $5 million worth of gems just fall in this guy's lap.
Jo Danville: And there he is, thinking it's the luckiest day of his life.
Mac Taylor: Turns out to be anything but.
Adam Ross: What would you do?
Danny Messer: What would I do what?
Adam Ross: You know, if you found millions of dollars of gems in the street?
Danny Messer: Give 'em back.
Adam Ross: Oh, come on, guy. You wouldn't keep some?
Danny Messer: Why, would you?
Adam Ross: No, no, no, I... I'd give 'em back. Mostly... I mean... maybe keep one or two.
Danny Messer: Know what happens to people that take things that don't belong to them, right?
Adam Ross: No.
Danny Messer: Other people are getting hurt. Doc! Come here, we got an ethical debate going on, and Adam is failing miserably. What do you do if you come across a fortune of precious gems that don't belong to you?
Sheldon Hawkes: I'd give them to the guy with the knife to my throat.
Don Flack: Got any bad habits, Arnold? For instance, I crack my knuckles. It used to drive my mom nuts (his knuckles crack) Some people pick their nose, chew with their mouths open, use a pen knife to clean their fingernails in public.
Arnold Vonley: So what? That's a crime now?
Don Flack: No, Arnold, that's not a crime. It's disgusting, but it's not a crime. Unless, of course, you use that same pen knife to mug someone.
Don Flack: What about the bag?
Arnold Vonley: Man, I'm a specialist. Strictly cash and jewelry only. I'm not risking my life for some sweaty gym socks.
Don Flack: How much did you get away with?
Arnold Vonley: 20 bucks. Plus the watch. Probably like 80 bucks, total.
Don Flack: I'm gonna be honest with you, Arnold. You're probably the dumbest mugger I've ever met.
Arnold Vonley: Why? What was in the bag?
Don Flack: Five million dollars. Those were some valuable gym socks.
Don Flack: No way Arnold did it. He's strictly small time. Muggings. Petty theft.
Sheldon Hawkes: So he robs our John Doe and leaves behind a bag worth five mil.
Don Flack: Yep, I guarantee you he will regret that decision for a very long time.
Jenny Harper: Wait, you don't blame him, right? 'Cause he wanted to keep it?
Don Flack: I think he was very lucky that he had a girlfriend who pointed him in the right direction.
Jenny Harper: Yeah, that direction got him killed.
Don Flack: The men who stole those gems placed a tracking device on them. So they were probably tracking Heath's movements. The fact that he was bringing them to us didn't save his life, but it might've saved yours.
Adam Ross: It's got all the auditory markers of an ass dial. You know, when your phone's in your back pocket and you make a call that you don't even know you're making. For instance, okay... my ass dialled my girlfriend once when I was out at a bar with some friends. Left, like, a 15-minute message, you know? I mean, it would've been really funny, except we were talking about her the whole time, and...
Mac Taylor: That's how she became your ex-girlfriend?
Adam Ross: Well... yeah.
Mac Taylor: Clear out the ambient sound, see if there's anything useful underneath, and call me when you got something. With your fingers, not your ass.
Lindsay Monroe: Ted and Paul Kendricks. They're brothers. They were arrested a few years ago for trying to rob an ATM cash warehouse and use a plane as a getaway car. They served two years.
Jo: Just two years? How's that happen?
Danny Messer: Well, their lawyer was Roland Carson.
Jo Danville: What a coincidence.
Mac Taylor [to Roland Carson]: You, uh... you recognize anyone?
Roland Carson: Should I?
Mac Taylor: They're the men who broke into your apartment last night. They're also former clients of yours. You care to explain that?
Roland Carson: I've defended a lot of criminals, Detective. It's my job.
Mac Taylor: That's not an answer.
Roland Carson: I don't know what else to tell you. Maybe you should ask one of them.
Mac Taylor: They're a little bit dead right now. Killed with a handgun registered to you.
Roland Carson [to Mac]: I have clients coming in and out of my apartment all hours of the day, as you know. Any one of them could have walked away with that gun.
Mac Taylor: Already preparing your defense theory? A little fanciful, even for you.
Roland Carson: You think I set up the robbery? Hired former clients to have my own apartment broken into, my bodyguard shot and millions stolen from another client, then murdered my former clients with a gun that's easily traced back to me? That's what I call fanciful.
Mac Taylor: I'm not hearing a denial.
Roland Carson [to Mac]: This must be the highlight of your career, Detective... going after me.
Mac Taylor: It's not even an honourable mention.
Roland Carson: So why would I risk my life for a few bucks? I charge more an hour than you make in a week.
Mac Taylor: As an errand boy for drug dealers and thieves.
Roland Carson [to Mac]: If you come after me, I will hit you and your department with a malicious prosecution suit that'll spin your head.
Mac Taylor: I'm still not hearing a denial.
Mac Taylor [about James Belson]: He must have checked himself out of the hospital right after Danny came to see him. Met up with the Kendricks brothers, killed them, then tracked Heath down.
Jo Danville: That's a lot of activity for someone who just had abdominal surgery. He's going to need medical attention soon.
Mac Taylor: Well, he's got five million reasons to play through the pain.
James Belson: Would you believe that this isn't what it looks like?
Danny Messer: Not in the mood for your jokes, buddy. Put it down.
James Belson: What are you gonna do, huh? Gonna shoot me in the back, Danny?
Danny Messer: And not think twice about it, buddy, if it comes to it.
James Belson: You ever think about that night, man, huh? You ever think about what it would've been like if you would've patted those guys down instead of me? If you would've been the guy with the flashlight in the backseat? And don't you even pretend that you would've seen that gun any better than me.
Danny Messer: Doesn't matter, Jimmy. Now, put the damn gun down or I will shoot you.
Roland Carson: Can I have the gems back now? My client would like to take possession.
Mac: They're evidence now. Sorry.
Roland Carson: What the hell am I supposed to tell my client?
Mac Taylor: Well, you're a persuasive guy. Persuade them not to kill you.
Roland Carson: Wait... where's the ring? Diamonds, emeralds. It's an heirloom. It's worth a million at least, Detective.
Mac Taylor: What you see is what we found in the trunk of Belson's car.
Roland Carson: Can't be. Maybe Belson kept it with him somehow.
Mac Taylor: Ah, they usually check prisoners for heirlooms at Rikers.
Roland Carson: It's the most important piece here.
Mac Taylor: Mr. Carson, these gems have been all over the city, in and out of many hands. The ring could've gotten lost anywhere.
Roland Carson: That's not good enough, Detective.
Mac Taylor: Sue me.

Do Not Pass Go [7.06]

[When a body is found inside a car left on the roof of an abandoned building]
Jo Danville: It certainly is a unique spot for a body dump.
Mac Taylor: It's also a perfect place to commit murder.
Danny Messer: Rooftop is clean. If there was ever trace up here, Mother Nature did not want us to find it.
Lindsay Monroe: What about the stairwell?
Danny Messer: It's my next stop.
Lindsay Monroe: You want help?
Danny Messer: Uh, well, with 738 stairs, I think I'm good.
Lindsay Monroe: Can you imagine finding your kid like this?
Danny Messer: No, no, and I don't even want to think about it.
Jo Danville: What's with the car?
Don Flack: The original architect had a thing for big-boy toys and drag racing. Been up here 40 years.
Mac Taylor: I had daydreams of owning one well into my 20s.
Jo Danville: I'm assuming yours didn't come standard with a dead body.
Mac Taylor: That wasn't even an option.
[As Hawkes and Sid are about to remove a decomposing body from a car]
Sheldon Hawkes: This is gonna get ugly.
Sid Hammerback: Indeed. Do you prefer heads or tails?
Sheldon Hawkes: Does it really matter?
Sid Hammerback: In that case, you can have tails.
[When part of the skull of the body comes off as Sid and Hawkes trying to handle it slowly]
Sid Hammerback: Uh! Under the circumstances, I suggest we apply the tried-and-true Band-Aid method.
Sheldon Hawkes: Band-Aid method?
Sid Hammerback: One, two, three... pull!
Jo Danville: Honey, what are you doing here?
Ellie Danville: We have to leave New York. This whole move-to-the-Big-Apple thing is not gonna work.
Jo Danville: Oh, honey...
Mac Taylor: Take all the time you need.
Jo Danville: (mouths) Thank you.
Ellie Danville: I'll give this stupid school another shot.
Jo Danville: Thank you. I owe you one.
Ellie Danville: A new pair of soccer cleats and some shin guards?
Jo Danville: That's two (laughs) It's a deal.
Sid Hammerback: I enhanced the tattoo on the radial border of the Vic's upper arm and discovered this, what appears to be a wee little leprechaun holding a... basketball?
Jo Danville: Looks like a homemade rendition of, what? The Boston Celtics' mascot?
Sid Hammerback: Oh. Well, not a very good one.
Danny Messer: You're liking the voice mail caller for both Craig's murder and Jeremy's disappearance?
Mac Taylor: At this point, yes.
Sheldon Hawkes: That doesn't bode well for Jeremy.
Mac Taylor: Well, being kidnapped by a psychopath seldom does.
Mac Taylor: Poisoned and left to die. This was personal.
Mrs. Anderson: (to Flack about her son Craig) His first words were Bird and McHale.
Don Flack: Mine were cookie and cake.
Don Flack: Mrs. Anderson... we're going to find the guy who murdered your son.
Mrs. Anderson: That's not going to bring him back, is it? I'm sorry.
Don Flack: It's going to take time.
Mrs. Anderson: I don't know the right way to act around people, what to say to them.
Don Flack: No right way to act. Children aren't supposed to die.
Mrs. Anderson: I would like to see him, Detective.
Don Flack: All due respect, I don't think that's a good idea. That's not how you want to remember him.
Mrs. Anderson: Then, how do I say good-bye?
Don Flack: You don't. Not where it counts.
Jo Danville: What is this place?
Mac Taylor: Transportation Department warehouse.
Don Flack: This is where tired old street signs go to die.
Jo Danville: That's a service apron.
Mac Taylor: You know from experience?
Jo Danville: I worked in a burlesque club when I was an undergrad.
Mac Taylor: As a bartender?
Jo Danville: I never said that.
Mac Taylor: So how'd your negotiation go yesterday?
Jo Danville: Negotiation?
Mac Taylor: Your daughter seems rather determined to vacate New York City.
Jo Danville: She can be a stubborn mule like her mama. Seldom shy about what she likes and doesn't like.
Mac Taylor: Being thrown into the deep end is never easy. It helps to know there are people around that have your back.
Jo Danville: Well, Ellie's a tough kid. She's going to be fine.
Mac Taylor: I wasn't talking about Ellie.
Jo Danville: Thank you.
Adam Ross: The new voice mail was left using a second prepaid phone and just like numero uno, right, the SIM card was used once and then deactivated.
Lindsay Monroe: So Mrs. Harris' mystery caller is dumping phones as he goes.
Adam Ross: Sure looks that way. So, I compared the serial numbers on both the cards and guess what?
Mac Taylor: They were sequential?
Adam Ross: Yeah. Perp's not as smart as he thinks. He bought both the phones at the same store at the same time.
Mac Taylor: He alluded to a final message in the second voice mail.
Lindsay Monroe: So to leave it, he'd need a third phone which might still be active.
Mac Taylor: (right before sending them to a bar in search of a perp) I hope Jo and Flack are thirsty.
Don Flack: All right, I'll start beating the bushes.
Jo Danville: Hang on. I might have a less obtrusive way. We do have his telephone number (dials and hands her cell to Flack) It's for you. [The phone rings; Flack notices it belongs to the bartender]
Don Flack: Gotcha. [The bartender realizes what's going on and runs away] Less obtrusive?
Reuben Lewis [to Mac]: A friend asked me to make a call, read a set of instructions. I didn't ask why because I didn't really care.
Mac Taylor: Do you think you'll care about 25 to life?
Jo Danville: Smug little punk. He got off too easy.
Don Flack: I agree. You should have put him under the dumpster.
Reuben Lewis: I'm tired of this BS. If you guys had anything on me, I'd already be in jail.
Mac Taylor: Or just visiting (uses his flashlight to reveal a U.V. stamp from Rikers on Reuben's hand) You're a bartender, Reuben. You really should wash your hands more often.
Sheldon Hawkes: The reptile remains we found in the basement were consistent with Bungarus Fasciatus, also known as the Banded Krait.
Mac Taylor: Where did they come from?
Sheldon Hawkes: My guess: Chinatown, black market. 15 minutes on the Internet, anybody can learn how to extract the venom. It's neurotoxic and fast-acting, causing near-instant muscle paralysis in humans. The lucky ones die fast.
Danny Messer: And the unlucky ones?
Sheldon Hawkes: Slow and excruciating respiratory failure. As the diaphragm becomes paralyzed, the victim suffocates. Death can take days.
Danny Messer: So these guys were literally trapped inside their bodies. I mean, unable to move, unable to talk.
Mac Taylor: Allison Scott knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted them to suffer.
Allison Scott [to Jo]: Don't you dare talk to me about grief, because my fiancé died in my arms.
Jo Danville: You're absolutely right, Allison, that was a terrible tragedy. I can only imagine the anger you felt. God himself couldn't save someone who wanted to hurt my family. I would hunt them down. I would make them suffer like they had never suffered before. I would need them to feel the unrelenting pain that I felt. But what if I was wrong? What if I hurt the wrong person? I could never live with myself.
Don Flack: How the heck did he survive all that time?
Mac Taylor: If you're asking the scientist, I'd say his particular body chemistry metabolized the poison slow enough to keep him breathing. Drinking condensation kept him alive. But if you want my personal opinion, I'd say science didn't have anything to do with it.
Don Flack: It's too bad they all can't have a happy ending.
Mac Taylor [to Jo]: Looking for something?
Jo Danville: Oh, only the best hamburger in all five boroughs. Harvey's double-decker with the works.
Mac Taylor: I read in your file that, uh, you adopted Ellie.
Jo Danville: What?
Mac Taylor: I read files, too, you know.
Jo Danville: Ellie would've just ended up one of those innocent kids lost in a broken system.
Mac Taylor: Well, bringing her into your family was a noble thing to do.
Jo Danville: I didn't have any choice, Mac. She was love at first sight. She was so yummy. And if my son Tyler gave meaning to my life, Ellie just made it complete. It was the best decision I ever made in my life.
Jo Danville [to Mac]: Don't you want to join us? This burger is just heaven on a sesame seed bun.
Mac Taylor: Well, maybe next time. I've already had, uh, heaven on a bun for lunch.
Ellie Danville: Tyler is so lucky. He gets to do whatever he wants in college.
Jo Danville: You know, college is not that easy. Giant textbooks and really hard tests.
Ellie Danville: Tons of hot guys.
Jo Danville: What exactly do you know about hot guys? Don't you make me have to interrogate you.

Hide Sight [7.07]

Mac Taylor: I received a memo from my superior officers just prior to calling this meeting. It reads as follows: 'There is no sniper.' Make no mistake about it. New York City has a sniper. And he's good.
Mac Taylor: Our hope is that this was an isolated incident and that the shooter will be in custody soon. I know that's what the brass wants the public to believe. What I don't know... what we can't know... is when or where the killer will strike again.
Sheldon Hawkes: I miss the no-vacancy sign out front?
Sid Hammerback: (laughs) Uh, standing room only. Three DUI vics in the corner, a robbery gone bad and a pair of unrelated suicides against the wall over there.
Sheldon Hawkes: Perfect timing for a sniper attack.
[After Sid has been injured while retrieving a bullet from a body]
Sheldon Hawkes: His vitals look good. He's a little dazed and confused but I think he's gonna be okay.
Jo Danville: If it weren't for these he would be blind right now.
Danny Messer: What the hell happened?
Sheldon Hawkes: Well, he was retrieving the slug from our second sniper vic and all of a sudden, her head just... exploded.
Danny Messer: Exploded?
Sheldon Hawkes: Yeah.
Jo Danville: Not bad enough this guy's killing people but he's shooting them with exploding bullets.
Chief Ted Carver [to Mac]: Heard about your antics this morning.
Mac Taylor: By antics, you mean telling the truth?
Chief Ted Carver: Look, your own people is one thing. I trust you're not going to be tearing up any directives from above in front of the press.
Mac Taylor: No, no. They were smart enough not to send me anything on paper this time.
Chief Ted Carver: All right, wait, wait, listen. Neither of us is to utter the word sniper, is that clear? That's a direct order from Chief Sinclair to me. Now it is a direct order from me to you. Is that going to be a problem?
Mac Taylor: They have a right to know.
Chief Ted Carver: The public has a right to know what we tell them.
Mac Taylor: I'm not going to lie for you or anyone else.
Chief Ted Carver: Who said anything about lying? Mac, look, I walked the beat just like you did, all right? I know where you're coming from but there is a difference between lying and withholding a truth.
Mac Taylor: I don't think there is.
Mac Taylor [to Chief Carver]: The sooner the people know, the faster they can take steps to protect themselves.
Chief Ted Carver: It's not your call, all right? And I'm not about to create a citywide panic.
Mac Taylor: Well, I don't think we can control that in this day and age, and why even have me up there at all?
Chief Ted Carver: You're the head of the crime lab. It's gonna look like I'm withholding something if you're conveniently absent.
Reporter: So what you're saying is both victims were shot from a distance, through a window, by an unseen gunman who was possibly perched on a rooftop? Sounds like a sniper to me, Detective.
Mac Taylor: Me, too.
[The reporters clamor]
Chief Ted Carver: Thank you. That's all for now (to Mac, as they walk away) What the hell was that?
Mac Taylor: Look, ask yourself one question. If you were a civilian, would you want to know?
Chief Ted Carver: You're a piece of work, Taylor, you know that? What the hell am I supposed to tell the commissioner and the mayor now?
Mac Taylor: You tell them I never uttered the word sniper.
Danny Messer: How's he doing?
Sheldon Hawkes: Well, doctor says he's fine. In fact, I hear he's already back at the office. They told him to take the rest of the week off, but you know Sid.
Danny Messer: Right, right. I mean, he's not happy unless he's looking at dead things.
Jo Danville: Blood on the beetle and mitochondrial DNA from the hair both got hits in CODIS Missing Persons.
Sheldon Hawkes: To the same person?
Jo Danville: A 9-year-old boy who went missing 15 years ago.
Mac Taylor: Michael Reynolds.
Lindsay Monroe: You know him?
Mac Taylor: I spent three years searching for him.
Mac Taylor: Michael had been missing for 72 hours when this case file came across my desk. He was on his way home from school when he was abducted.
Jo Danville: Did you catch the guy?
Mac Taylor: Took 3 years. Arthur Francis. Twice convicted sex offender. Whole time he was missing, we didn't know whether he was alive or dead. It was the first case I ever questioned which of those two options might be worse.
Jo Danville: I'm sure his own parents asked themselves the same thing.
Mac Taylor: At age 12, he finally managed to escape. Clawed his way through the floorboards to a crawl space.
Jo Danville: I can't imagine that moment for a 12-year-old kid. It's heartbreaking.
Mac Taylor: I went to see him a few times after he returned home. Made sure he was doing all right. He always wanted to wear my badge. He asked me if it was pure gold the first time he put it on. His brother Tom, too. I thought for sure one of those boys would become a cop. I tried to stay in touch with the family, but then another case came along, then another case and I lost touch. Now he's the primary suspect in a murder investigation.
Jo Danville: Mac... there's only so much this job allows us to do.
Sheldon Hawkes: There are no bank accounts under the name Michael Reynolds. No credit cards, either.
Jo Danville: In a lot of cases like Michael's, victims just want to fall off the face of the Earth, disappear, hide somewhere no one can find them.
Sheldon Hawkes: Consistent with the method of killing.
Mac Taylor [to Chief Carver]: You prepared to tell the public the truth now?
Chief Ted Carver: How sure are we it's the same guy?
Mac Taylor: Sure as I was before.
Chief Ted Carver: So, I hear you've got a primary suspect. Somebody you're familiar with?
Mac Taylor: Michael Reynolds, missing person 15 years ago. I handled the case.
Chief Ted Carver: Complete whack job?
Mac Taylor: Well, he was held against his will for three years, physically and emotionally abused the whole time. It affected him, if that's what you mean.
Chief Ted Carver: Your stunt at the press conference didn't stop him from killing this guy, did it?
Chief Ted Carver [to Mac]: Exactly what do you want from me?
Mac Taylor: I want you to go to the commissioner, tell him we're going public... with the whole thing; Everything we know. This whole city should be on high alert. Otherwise, I promise you, there will be a fourth victim.
Jo Danville: Michael Francis?
Lindsay Monroe: Another dead end.
Jo Danville: Francis... Francis, Francis. Stockholm Syndrome. In a lot of abduction cases, the victim will actually start to sympathize with his captors.
Lindsay Monroe: Right, especially when they're held a long time.
Jo Danville: And Arthur Francis was Michael's abductor. Michael Reynolds is Michael Francis. He took his kidnapper's last name.
Don Flack [about Michael]: Maybe he decided to do us all a favour and took himself out.
Danny Messer: It's hard to tell in this place but I am seeing indications of a struggle. And if he took himself out, where's the gun?
Don Flack: Could be under his body.
Danny Messer: (checks) No. No gun here.
Don Flack: Well, I'm no expert but I've seen enough guns in my time to know that they don't just grow legs and walk away.
Danny Messer: No, he didn't commit suicide. Michael Reynolds was murdered. What a life. He gets kidnapped, kept for three years, escapes... only to be murdered 12 years later.
Mac Taylor: Michael had a brother... Tom Reynolds.
Lindsay Monroe: Mitochondrial DNA from the hair was a match to Michael.
Mac Taylor: Mito's shared by all maternal relatives, including brothers, so it would also be a match to Tom.
Lindsay Monroe: So he's our shooter. Why?
Jo Danville: Off to one side, unnoticed. Everyone else around him is celebrating Michael's return. Tom is just standing there.
Mac Taylor: Emotionless, neglected.
Lindsay Monroe: So you're telling me he starts shooting people 'cause he didn't get enough hugs and kisses from mommy and daddy?
Jo Danville [about serial killers]: Neglect, it was the most common form of abuse in their childhood.
Lindsay Monroe: He murdered his brother, then he goes on a shooting rampage. Getting to that point cannot be that simple.
Jo Danville: No, it's not. It's usually a preexisting condition, a genetic anomaly of some sort that renders them susceptible.
Mac Taylor: Nature combined with nurture.
Tom Reynolds: Emptiness. Loneliness. Abandonment! How much can one person take? How much can one person do? 'Cause I've tried. God, how I've tried.
Tom Reynolds: You make my life a living hell! And for what? What did I do to deserve this? I'm tired of... of waiting for something to change, because nothing changes. Always just stays the same!
Jo Danville: I've seen this type of behavior before. They start off by killing a loved one.
Lindsay Monroe: The one that they think is responsible for their neglect?
Jo Danville: Yeah. And then things spiral out of control from there.
Tom Reynolds: I tried everything... to make you notice me. But you look past me. You cast me aside. Like I'm invisible. But I'm not invisible. I'm right here. Right here in front of you. You turned my life into a hole, empty of everything. One day... you'll pay.
Mac Taylor: It's over, Tom! Put down your weapon! I know what happened to your brother!
Tom Reynolds: You don't know anything!
Mac Taylor: I know what happened to him. I was there. I know what happened to you.
Mac Taylor [to Tom Reynolds]: Your family turned away from you. We all did. I know what that must have been like.
Tom Reynolds: You don't know anything. No one knows what that's like living in a hole! Abandoned. Ignored. No one knows what that's like!
Mac Taylor: Killing people won't change that!
Tom Reynolds: Look around you. What's going on. All of this is because of me! Because of what I'm doing!
Mac Taylor: There are other ways, Tom!
Tom Reynolds: I've tried all the other ways. Nothing changes. It's just the same! But now? Now it's different. People will know me. They'll know my name. They'll know my face.
Chief Ted Carver: Harry Smith does a segment on the Early Show about the psychology of a sniper and then introduces a new song by Katy Perry?

Scared Stiff [7.08]

Jo Danville: No other prints to suggest she was being followed.
Don Flack: No... If this was a chase or a blitz attack there'd be signs of a struggle somewhere.
Jo Danville: I don't see it.
Don Flack: Nope. So what, or who was she running from?
Sheldon Hawkes: Ghosts.

[Flack and Jo look at him disbelievingly]

Jo Danville: [amused] Dr. Sheldon Hawkes, did I just hear you say ghosts?
Don Flack: You did. Wanna know why? 'Cause that's what he said: Ghosts.
Sheldon Hawkes: A lot of New Yorkers believe this part of the park is haunted. The lake just over there, for years rumor has it, two women have been seen skating figure eights, at night. Rosetta and Janice, sisters, died in the 1800s. Apparently they just glide above the ice, if you get too close they disappear.
Don Flack: [amusedly scared] Shut up.
Sheldon Hawkes: Yeah. Then there was that real estate guy that got gutted by the river just east of here. Oh, and Belvedere Castle, tons of people have heard disembodied voices, and dispatch gets calls all the time.
Don Flack: Teenagers. Doing the nasty.
Sheldon Hawkes: go ahead, poke fun, but this area where we are, right now, some of the volunteers from the emergency medical unit won't even ride in here, they send me. I gotta be honest, there have been times when I felt something.
Jo Danville: a prescence?
Sheldon Hawkes: I dont know.
Don Flack: Doc, come on. You can't tell me, that in your well educated mind, you don't have an explanation for paranormal activity.
Sheldon Hawkes: ok, one night, I heard a woman screaming. I get off my bike, I run towards the sound, the screaming is getting louder and louder, but when I get to where she should've been: nothing. Nobody.
Jo Danville: What do think it was?
Sheldon Hawkes:I don't know. I don't have a rational explanation for what happened that night. Now, it could have been my mind playing tricks on me, or maybe it was the sound bouncing of the trees; but I felt something weird here, and judging by the looks of these shoeprints, maybe our Jane Doe felt something too.
Don Flack: Ah... That better not be poison ivy.
Danny Messer: I'd laugh my ass off.

[They hear howling]

Danny Messer: Can you believe this? In the middle of the night, and now we have to deal with coyotes.
Don Flack: What is that all about? They've been attacking people in broad daylight too. Between them and the spiders...
Danny Messer: You afraid of spiders?
Don Flack: What? Northern Black Widow spiders, the female's poison, lay you out in two minutes.
Danny Messer: You scaredy cat.
Don Flack: That could be the cause of her death.
Danny Messer: you're a science guy now? Black widow bite would cause vomiting, chest pain, maybe some bad muscle cramps, but is not fatal. Besides, our girl died of suffocation. Not of a little itty bitty scary spider.
Don Flack: [slightly annoyed] Just bag the evidence.

[phone rings]

Don Flack: Flack.
Jo Danville: [in a cript creepers voice] We gotta go visit the dead.
Don Flack: Work related I hope.
Jo Danville: This place is so creepy. But I guess, funeral home, what else would it be.
Don Flack: How the hell does a funeral home go out of business?
Lindsay Monroe: The owners died four years ago, the left the family business to the only son, Gordon, he closed up shop apparently, but I understand he still lives here.
Sheldon Hawkes: no prints in the dust, no movement in the air.
Jo Danville: Definately doesn't look lived in.
Lindsay Monroe: or died in.
Don Flack: This doesn't make any sense. This kid closed down te funeral home, but stayed in the embalming business.
Jo Danville: He kept it open for personal use. [reviews crime scene] No signs of struggle. So Isabel was probably unconscious when he laid her out here. So what did he do from there.
Lindsay Monroe: [opens door to closet] He dressed her. [takes out a dress] Vintage. Looks like it's from the fifties.
Don Flack: Hey, if we come across a little old lady skeleton in a wig and rocking chair down here, it's every man for himself.
Lindsay Monroe: So this guy can only relate to dead bodies. That's really sad.
Don Flack: That's not the adjective I would use...

Justified [7.09]

Mitch: ...clothes on her back, food in her mouth, and she runs away? Huh?! That's how she repays me?!
Don Flack: Settle down, Mother Theresa.

Shop Till You Drop [7.10]

Danny Messer: Yo Mac.
Mac Taylor: Let me guess, she gave you a full confession, our job is done.
Don Flack: Wouldn't that be nice. No, she still won't say a word.
Danny Messer: But, something I found at the crime scene is speaking volumes. Piece of glass from one of those window lamps, actually had human flesh burnt into its surface. Had a hit in Codis to a Pascal Denton. Now, he is the StoneFields window display designer.
Don Flack: Turns out, before he was a designer, he was a regular at Rikers. Did six months for assaulting a police officer.
Mac Taylor: Any connection to the victim?
Danny Messer: Well we found his prints on a rode iron branch used as the murder weapon, and on top of that Groseman fired him a week ago.
Mac Taylor: gives him motive. Still doesn't explain how Elena fits in.
Don Flack: No, but this will. She and Pascal got engaged six months ago.
Mac Taylor: so all this time we thought she was there alone with Groseman, maybe her fiance was there too.

To What End? [7.11]

[Mac gets to the crime scene as Flack finished interrogating a witness/suspect, which are a lot of people dressed as clowns. Mac is amused]
Don Flack: Don't say anything. It's just better of you don't say anything.
Mac Taylor: the victim's inside?
Don Flack: The owner. Gino Cressida, was his son's sixth birthday. Witness' just say a clown walked in a wasted him.
Mac Taylor: And when you showed up, the arresting officers had these guys contained? [nodding to suspects]
Don Flack: Yeah. Now, some of these costumes are way off, but they happen to match the description witnesses gave of the shooter they saw walk across the street and disappear down the alley.
Mac Taylor: So one of these clowns might actually be our killer.
Don Flack: [Interrogating Clown suspect] You squirt me with that thing, I will shoot you, right here in front of everybody, understand me?
Danny Messer: [After talking about evidence] ok... one more thing, do you wear sneakers inside clown shoes?
Mac Taylor: Are you seriously asking me that question?
Danny Messer: What, no good? What the hell do I know about clowns?
Mac Taylor: Look, I'm a bright man Danny, but I'm afraid I can help you with that one.

[Jo arrives]

Jo Danville: Hey.
Danny Messer: Jo, do you wear sneakers inside clown shoes?
Jo Danville: I don't know, I don't own any.
Danny Messer: Clown shoes?
Jo Danville: Sneakers.
Mac Taylor: Danny, get out of here.

[Danny laughs as he leaves]

Mac Taylor: Get me some answers.

Holding Cell [7.12]

Danny Messer: Inhaling your alcohol... I think I saw this in an episode of The Jetsons.
Don Flack: I'm not a doctor, but that can't be good for you.
Danny Messer: The vapor or the girl?
Don Flack: Yeah...

Party Down [7.13]

Mac Taylor: What happened here Don?
Don Flack: This was a truck party gone bad. It's the latest craze in afterhours entertainment. They convert tractor trailers into exclusive nightclubs. Times and locations are spread among the social networks.
Mac Taylor: I'm assming this one didn't start at the bottom of the Hudson?
Jo Danville: I thought the truck was not supposed to move once the party started.
Don Flack: It's not.
Mac Taylor: So who moved it?
Don Flack: Couple cabbies nearly got runover, but they didn't get a good look of the drivers face. They did say that he accelerated through the fence. The abscence of skid marks confirms that there was no breaking.
Mac Taylor: Driver could've drowned. Or still be among the survivors.
Jo Danville: we have divers in the water looking for more bodies and the others are being transported to the precint for questioning.
Don Flack: My guess; driver saw that river coming, jumped before splash down, then got the hell out of dodge.
Mac Taylor: Either way, looks like crashing this party wasn't an accident.
Don Flack: ( Sees half naked woman in the body painting studio.)Are you free for something tonight?
Jo Danville:( Pulls Flack out from the room.) Flack, go!

Smooth Criminal [7.14]

Don Flack: Guess who walks out?
Jo Danville: Sounds like the punch line to a bad joke, professional killer, and ex-con walk into a bar.
Mac Taylor: Three dead bodies isn't the kind of buzz you want.
Lindsay Monroe: Wanna know the secret to bad medicine? Soap scum.
Don Flack: So, Camille Jordanson wasn't just stealing meds. She was also giving them fake meds in return. Pun intended: That's pretty sick.

Vigilante [7.15]

Annie Cartland: I got what the system couldn't. Justice.
Mac Taylor: What you got was retribution.
Annie Cartland: Aren't they the same thing?
Mac Taylor: Not even close.
Lindsay Monroe: How do you follow the law and stay a human being?
Jo Danville: That's the hard part, because the piece of me- if that was my daughter- that wanted him dead I have to put in a box.
Kate Price: you know why I remember you, Lindsey? The day that we met at group, before you and me spoke. You kept checking your watch. You just couldn't wait to get out of there. I don't blame you. It wasn't like we wanted to be there either.
Danny Messer: I have to say, whoever these women are, I admire their determination.
Jo Danville: You think they did the right thing?
Danny Messer: Eh... I mean, no. But, I can't say I wouldn't do the same thing in their position.
Lindsay Monroe: Why, because I'm a woman I should cheer his death? I'm a cop first. As much as I despise what he did I don't advocate vigilante justice.

The Untouchable [7.16]

Lindsay Monroe: This is possibly... a grease.
Danny Messer: Yeah, you better hope is that given where we found it.
Lindsay Monroe: You're gross.
Danny Messer: Huh, you wanted the coat.
Don Flack: How did she get here without getting caught?
Mac Taylor: Buildings on either side are abandoned. No one has been up here for years.
Don Flack: What the hell was she doing in here?
Mac Taylor: Looks like Tessa was living here.
Don Flack: Whoa...[They find a wall plastered with Newspaper clippings, polaroids of people, masks...] I don't think the elevator goes to the top floor, if you know what I mean.
Jo Danville: Its amazing.
Mac Taylor: Somewhere in here is the answer to what Tessa was trying to tell me.
[Flack and Mac investigate room at Gentleman's Club. They find traces of bodily fluid on a couch]
Don Flack: A lot of sex going on in this room. Apparently VIP room means something else.
Mac Taylor: Well, sex isnt a crime, murder is. We need to find blood.
[They spray the room for blood, find it on a wall]
Don Flack: Bingo.
Mac Taylor: The splatter suggests a gunshot wound. Tessa was right.
Jo Danville: Your little talk with detective Taylor was really a threat.
Keith DeJong: No! no, no. Look, I jus wanted him to know how-
Lindsay Monroe: How mush of a pompous ass you and your club pals are? Do you think money can get you out of murder?
Keith DeJong: No! Look I don't know anything, I just do what I'm told.
Lindsay Monroe: oh, so you're a pompous lackey ass.

Do Or Die [7.17]

Don Flack: Digital Grapevine is in full effect.
Mac Taylor: Significant blood loss. She couldn't have gone far. She was murdered right here in the school grounds.
Don Flack: Usually you tell your kids to be careful coming home from school, not through it.
Lindsay Monroe: Is that an ass print?
Danny Messer: Honey, what?
Lindsay Monroe: Look.
Danny Messer: Yeah, that does look like an ass print.
Lindsay Monroe: You were a cheerleader?
Jo: Oh, don't act like you weren't!
Danny Messer :[processing their crime scene] You have a hall pass, young lady?
[Jo casually flashes her badge]
Danny Messer: All right, that'll do.
Girl Student: [About being in the school library] [Nervous] Yeah, but I'm there every day.
Don Flack: Got a lot of work done then.
Girl Student: Yeah.
Don Flack: I didn't realize having sex was considered homework.

[Adam is walking trying to fidure out something, Jo walks up]

Jo Danville: Hey.
Adam Ross: Hey.
Jo Danville: Dog ate your homework, what's up?
Adam Ross: ok, check this out. I was processing Olivia Prescott's clothing, and I found this weird grey dirt on her blazer, so I ran it through GCMS, and I found a high concentration of sodium, potassium, magnesium, and chloride; which is... ah well... ah... eh- It has the same chemical consistency as ah... Martian soil.
Jo Danville: [amused] What?
Adam Ross: Soil found on Mars.
Jo Danville: Ok. So I should have Flack send out an APB on what? 5'2, big head, oval shaped piercing black eyes, last scene leaving Archford Academy on a flying saucer? [still amused]
Adam Ross: You know, I just got the results back and I-I don't wanna go to Mac yet cause I don't want him to think that I'm-I'm crazy!
Jo Danville: Adam, I can personally guarantee you, that Olivia has never been to Mars. Based on the tears of the fabrics of her blazer, the killer likely grabbed Olivia, so the "martian soil" had to be secondary transfer from the killers hand, but obviously the killer's never been to mars, so you have to figure out what martian soil has to do with Archford Academy.
Adam Ross: Ok. [Turns to leave, sees Mac] Oh God [Leaves in the opposite direction]
Mac Taylor: Since when were Stalin, Khrushchev, and Beria ingredients in water?
Lindsay Monroe: Never...
Sheldon Hawkes: I don't think there's 1947 calories in it either.
Jo Danville: Where did that water bottle come from?
Sheldon Hawkes: Vics' backpack.
Mac Taylor: [Looking at the water bottle closely] Heh, Multiple Choice. 1-T-D
Lindsay Monroe: 1947. TD. Truman Doctrine.
Mac Taylor: 2-M-P
Jo Danville: Marshall Plan.
Mac Taylor: 3-N-S-A
Lindsay Monroe: National Security Agency.
Mac Taylor: National Security Act, Agency wasn't formed until 1949. Everything on this bottle has been replaced with information pertaining to the Cold War.
Jo Danville: All the answers to the test. It's a cheat sheet.
Sheldon Hawkes: That's impressive.

[Mac looks at him wondering]

Sheldon Hawkes: I mean, it's not like I've cheated or anything...

[Jo smiles at him]

Lindsay Monroe: Olivia was the smartest girl at that school, she wasn't a cheater.

[Mac notices something that he had seen smudged on Olivia's finger before]

Mac Taylor: and this would explain the transfer of the F.Lindsay go to the Archford Academy website. I wanna know what exams are scheduled for today.
Lindsay Monroe: AP World History
Mac Taylor: Looks like Olivia Prescott might have caught a cheater.

Identity Crisis [7.18]

Don Flack: Hey Mac. Bet you a cup of coffee this is the most interesting crime scene you'll go to all week.
Mac Taylor: You sound confident, obviously you know something I don't.
Don Flack: [To Sheldon] You wanna tell him?
Sheldon Hawkes: No, please.
Don Flack: Alright. [To Mac] You had to guess, how old do you say our victim is?
Mac Taylor: Late seventies, early eighties maybe.

[Sheldon and Flack smile and nod as if it was a good guess, Mac looks at them confused]

Don Flack: Doc.
Sheldon Hawkes: Mid thirties would be closer to the truth.
Mac Taylor: [Snorts] What?
Sheldon Hawkes: Yeah... and he's a woman. [Takes off mask from vic]
[Mac looks shocked]
Don Flack: [smirking] I like my coffee black, no sugar.
[Adam is doing something in the computer and starts laughing]
[Danny notices he is playing with the aging software using Lindsay's face]
Danny Messer: [Laughing] Hey, come on, that's not right, don't do that, stop.
Lindsay Monroe: What?
Danny Messer: He's just messing with the age progression software.

[Lindsay walks across table to see]

Danny Messer: I wouldn't look.
Lindsay Monroe: Is that me?! That's not funny!
Danny Messer: I didn't do it.
Lindsay Monroe: Yeah, but you're laughing.
Danny Messer: No.
Lindsay Monroe: You're going to be married to her. [They all keep laughing] We are growing old together.
[Adam notices Mac walking over]
Adam Ross: [Seriously] Boss, One o'clock.
Mac Taylor: What is happening in here?
Adam Ross: We were... well, ah... while these guys were, eh... goofing around, I discovered a rust like substance from the vics sweater, more than likely transfered from the weapon. [Lindsay and Danny look at him incredulously]
Danny Messer: Rust, huh?
Adam Ross: Yeah, huh.
Danny Messer: I think you need a distinct chemical composition or you'll be staring at big fat dead end chief.
Lindsay Monroe: There was no hit in Codis from the blood on the platform. And Danny's print from the train, dead end. But I did manage to find a partial print from the adhesive tape on the cigar box, and I'm thinking since our vic was wearing a mask, she was probably up to something, and she might have a record.
Danny Messer: Right, which we won't find any time soon, cause our vic is still a Jane Doe, and I ran Sid's ten card and we didn't get an ID... So if that print you recovered is hers, it's not gonna get us a name.
Lindsay Monroe: I'm your wife, ok. You don't have to turn on me.
[The three of them start arguing lightly]
Mac Taylor: You three done?
Adam Ross: Sorry.
Mac Taylor: Alright, lets get an ID on our Jane Doe, lets hunt down a location where this mask was purchased might be a good place to start, the quality of the material suggests it was custom made, not something you find on a costume store shelf, and run this clothes, lets see if we can find a murder weapon. Danny that palm print run it for trace, maybe we can find something that'll tell us where the killer works, lives or hangs out.
[Killer's cell phone starts vibrating]
Jo Danville: [To Ellie] I adopted you because you needed me... and because I needed you
Jo Danville: Hey.
Mac Taylor: [Looks at his watch] What are you doing here?
Jo Danville: Forgot my homework. Left myself a post it so I wouldn't forget on my desk. Of course, I forgot.
Mac Taylor: On your desk?
Jo Danville: Ok, thank you, yes, it's a mess, you know.
Mac Taylor: Huh... How'd it go? [About Ellie]
Jo Danville: oh, it didn't. Ellie changed her mind.
Mac Taylor: Teenagers.
Jo Danville: Yep, that about sums it up. Mac you need to get married and have kids so I don't have to go through all these challenges alone.
Mac Taylor: Have you lost your mind?
Jo Danville: Yeah, don't get married, just adopt a child. [Mac laughs] Children are wonderful.
Mac Taylor: Misery really loves company, huh?
Jo Danville: You'd make a great father.
Mac Taylor: Jo, stop.
Jo Danville: didn't you ever think about being a grandfather?
Mac Taylor: Hey, if I buy you a burger and beer will you stop talking?
Jo Danville: Done. You know I have a weakness for food. Lets get a juicy, greasy hamburger, with a light beer.

[They chuckle a little]

Jo Danville: You would make a great father.
Mac Taylor: Jo...

Food For Thought [7.19]

Adam Ross: Hey Mac, if a bird spits on you do you think it's the same good luck as whe-
Mac Taylor: Figure it out, Adam.
Danny Messer: What about that feast that we brought you in bed?
Lindsay Monroe That was Mother's Day...two years ago.
Danny Messer: Two? Really?...Whoa, I'll get you something tasty when we're done [Crime scene]
Lindsay Monroe: I want a bowl of grits, two eggs over medium, sausage and wheat toast with a lot of butter from that soul food place in Bleaker. And, I want a double cheese burger with large fries, and a cream super float from that place in Madison Square park.
Danny Messer: [Snorts, starts walking away] That's it... [Stops, looks back questioningly]
Lindsay Monroe: I'm not pregnant. I'm just hungry.
Camille Jordanson: I'm throwing a party and was wondering if you wanted to come by.
Sheldon Hawkes: Babe, didn't we almost just die?
Camille Jordanson: Why do you think I'm throwing a party?
Jo Danville: So all this time we've been looking at food trucks we should have been focusing on fine dining.
Mac Taylor: Let's go see if murder is on the menu.

Nothing for Something [7.20]

[Talking about Flack taking Mac home]
Mac Taylor: Will you be giving me milk and cookies and singing a lullaby?
Don Flack: Lullaby thing's a bit weird...but milk and cookies can happen. [Grins]
[Mac grins back]
Don Flack: Let's go.

Life Sentence [7.21]

Don Flack: What are you after?
Raymond Harris: Justice.
Mac Taylor: You want to kill me, Harris? Kill me. Here I am. Make a move.
Raymond Harris: Then there wouldn't be any surprises. Where's the fun in that?
Mac Taylor: You always walked the line, Bill, but I never thought you'd cross it.
Bill Hunt: Not a day went by that I didn't think of turning myself in.
Mac Taylor: But you didn't
Bill Hunt: It wouldn't have made a difference.
Mac Taylor: It would have to me.

Exit Strategy [7.22]

Jo Danville: Danny, check your schedule. You'll receive a 'must appear' for Wednesday.
Sheldon Hawkes: I can cover your cases for you if you have any deadlines.
Danny Messer: Ah, thanks, Doc (To Lindsay) You weren't even gonna offer, were you?
Lindsay Monroe: Solve your own damn cases.
Adam Ross: I can't wait to get married.
Jo Danville: Okay, what's going on, Mac? I know you better than you think. Something's up. What suddenly compelled you to investigate a robbery at a bodega on Austin and 123rd?
Mac Taylor: I'm the head of the Crime Lab, Jo. I think that more or less entitles me to re-evaluate any case I want, whenever I want.
Jo Danville: Fine. I have no problem with that. But I'm your colleague and friend and I think that more or less entitles me to ask why.
Jo Danville: You know, you're going old school with that string. You'd be amazed at what computers can do nowadays.
Mac Taylor: It's an old case. Old habits.
Don Flack: What's up?
Mac Taylor: You just killed two people: owner and an employee behind the counter.
Don Flack: That sounds like me.
Mac Taylor: This case has been sitting on the edge of my desk for the last nine years.
Don Flack: You got a new lead?
Mac Taylor: No.
Don Flack: Is the chif asking about it?
Mac Taylor: Nope.
Don Flack: Then, whats up? Why you looking into it now?
Mac Taylor: No reason.
Danny Messer: Know what I'm thinking? I want you to go into the bathroom, take these two bricks of cocaine and I want you to strap them to your body. All right? Then I'm going to meet you downstairs, okay? I'm gonna get it home, I'm gonna cut it and I'm gonna package it. And I'm going to become... (Imitating Al Pacino) ...Danny Montana. I'm a political prisoner from Staten Island.
Lindsay Monroe: So you have no problem using me as a drug mule?
Danny Messer: No. If you want to be involved, you're going to have to take on some of the risk.
Lindsay Monroe: Well, it sounds like I'm taking on all of the risk. The only thing you risk is being mocked for doing a bad Pacino impression.
Danny Messer: So you're not a fan of being the wife of a very powerful and, and, and very handsome, of I do say so myself, drug lord. I anticipated that, because I know a little bit about you so I have a plan B for making some extra dough.
Lindsay Monroe: Well, does it involve you dressing in drag and turning tricks? Because that I'm totally okay with.
Danny Messer: How does Sergeant Danny Messer sound?
Lindsay Monroe: Are you serious? You're thinking about taking the sergeant's exam?
Danny Messer: Maybe.
Lindsay Monroe: I think that's a great idea.
Danny Messer: Good. 'Cause I took it a few months ago and I'm waiting for the results in a few days.
Lindsay Monroe: What? Why didn't you tell me?
Danny Messer: I mean, I haven't told anyone. I mean, I don't know if I want it. I mean, it's more money. It puts me on the path to possibly running this lab one day but it takes me away from here. It would take me away from the team. It would take me away from you.
Lindsay Monroe: Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I love that you're thinking about our future like this.
Mac Taylor: We processed this thing when the crime occurred and we never got a second donor. Why would it be different now?
Sheldon Hawkes: Well, I used a different genetic analyzer. Every instrument varies in sensitivity. If I ran it through a third one might not pick it up but this one did. Machines. Sometimes there's no rational explanation for why they do what they do.
Wes Dillon: Relax, Kenny. She's just a kid.
Kenny Hexton: No, she's not a kid. She's a witness, man.
Natalie Dalton: I suppose you read the reports... the... the ones that the police made that night. I was a different person back then.
Mac Taylor: Ms. Dalton, I'm not here to judge you. Based on what I've read here, you're a mother who's never given up hope, and I admire that.
Mac Taylor: How did Olivia end up in that bodega alone?
Natalie Dalton: I was more interested in getting loaded than taking care of my baby girl.
Mac Taylor: The bodega was just around the corner. She [Olivia] went to get you some aspirin.
Natalie Dalton: And when I woke up a couple hours later, she was gone. I went through the entire building, knocked on every door, went through the streets screaming her name. I haven't had a drink since that night. That's what it took to open my eyes. But it was too late.
Mac Taylor: It's never too late.
Natalie Dalton: You've been looking for these men for nine years. What makes you think you're going to find them now?
Mac Taylor: Olivia.
Jo Danville: You're a very pretty woman. You seem like you have a good head on your shoulders. What happened?
Jackie Thompson: You can go now.
Jo Danville: If I had to guess, I bet you had a father who told you you would never amount to anything. And after you heard that about a hundred times you started to believe it.
Jackie Thompson: Get out.
Jo Danville: So you started dating guys who would smack you around.
Jackie Thompson: Get the hell out.
Mac Taylor: I want a last name for Wes.
Kenny Hexton: I couldn't tell you. We... we just met a couple weeks before the robbery. I barely knew that guy. After it all went south, we figured the less we knew about each other, the better.
Mac Taylor: (To Kenny Hexton) That can't be easy. Being on the run like that. All that picking up, moving. New town, new faces. None of that changes once you're on the inside. Not if I have anything to say about it, and I will.
Mac Taylor: I want the girl, Olivia. Tell me where she is.
Kenny Hexton: I don't know.
Mac Taylor: Well, then I don't know where you might end up. I'm thinking maybe, uh, New Mexico right now. How about that?
Kenny Hexton: (Giving Wes a gun) It's time to lighten the load.
Wes Dillon: (Knocks Kenny with the gun) You're sick, you know that? (He kicks Kenny repeatedly) Killing little kids is where we part ways.
Mac Taylor: This writing style is very unique. Look at the I's. Exaggerated slant. Alternating capital and lowercase letters between words. Someone may be able to recognize it.
Adam Ross: I'm not sure I follow.
Mac Taylor: We use it like a missing persons billboard. Instead of a face, we use this. 'If you recognize the handwriting, call the NYPD tips line.' That kind of thing. See? Out of the box thinking. Get it out to every media source you can think of. I want it on electronic billboards, too.
Adam Ross: All over the state?
Mac Taylor: The country.
Samantha Rogers: Why would Tony do that to me? Lie to me like that?
Don Flack: We believe his real name is Wes. He's a fugitive. Been on the run since 2002.
Samantha Rogers: For what?
Don Flack: Murder.
Samantha Rogers: He killed someone?
Don Flack: He's also wanted for kidnapping.
Samantha Rogers: Wait, you mean Madison?
Don Flack: Her real name is Olivia Dalton. She's not his daughter.
Samantha Rogers: That can't be. You should have seen them together, the way he treated her.
Wes Dillon: You're young. There's gonna be other boys.
Olivia Dalton: Not like him.
Wes Dillon: You're one of a kind, you know that? You're a real princess. Now, if this guy can't see that, you don't want to be with him anyway. I could have a chat with him. You know... little one-on-one. Little man-to-man? I can be pretty convincing.
Olivia Dalton: He's 12.
Wes Dillon: So, what are you saying? You saying I'm too old, I can't take him?
Olivia Dalton: Okay, yeah. Go beat him up for me. But leave me the last punch.
Wes Dillon: Deal. (He kisses her)
(After Wes has been shot by the cops)
Olivia Dalton: (Sobbing) You're gonna be okay. We'll get you to a doctor right now.
Wes Dillon: Don't be sad, okay, princess? You get to go home now.
Mac Taylor: Olivia Dalton. That's your name. You're from Queens, New York. Your mom's name is Natalie. Remember? I saw her just before I came here. She wanted you to know that she never forgot about you. She never stopped looking for you. She never stopped hoping that you were out here somewhere... alive. She loves you, Olivia.
Olivia Dalton: (About Wes) He loved me, too. My father loved me.
Natalie Dalton: Thank you. Both of you for all that you've done. (Jo motions for Natalie to go join Olivia) Is... is that her? (She peers inside the office) She's beautiful. Can I go...?
Mac Taylor: Of course you can. You're her mother.
Jo Danville: Why didn't you say something about what happened to you on that roof? You put it in the paperwork, but you didn't tell anyone. Why?
Mac Taylor: I'm still trying to wrap my head around a few things, Jo. I've eluded death on many occasions, but this time it was different. It was staring me right in the eyes.
Mac Taylor: What am I doing? How much longer can I do this?
Jo Danville: So that's why you went back to the bodega homicide, the last unsolved case. You wanted to see if you could find some closure.
Mac Taylor: I've done a lot of good.
Jo Danville: Yeah.
Mac Taylor: Maybe I've done my part.
Lindsay Monroe: Oh, did you get your results back?
Danny Messer: (Imitating Al Pacino) Say hello to Sergeant Messer. (They hug)
Lindsay Monroe: You passed?
Danny Messer: I passed! (They kiss)
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Season 8

Indelible [8.01]

Mac Taylor: I'm going to the opera tonight. Claire, would you hand me one of those things?
Claire Taylor: No, who are you going to the opera with?
Mac Taylor: John from the Robbery Squad.
Claire Taylor: John from the Robbery Squad? You're going to the opera with John from the Robbery Squad?
Mac Taylor: Yeah, that's right, he's an opera buff. Claire, would you hand me...?
Claire Taylor: I've been asking you to take me to the opera for I... I... I don't even know how long, and now you're telling me that... (She finds two opera tickets in the cotton swabs container) Nicely done.
Mac Taylor: John from the Robbery Squad is going to be very disappointed.
Claire Taylor: What would you do without me?
Reporter: (Over TV set) Good morning, everyone. 68 degrees at 7:30am on this partly cloudy Sunday. The date is September 11, 2011, marking the tenth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. Flags will fly at half-mast and a moment of silence will be observed at 8:46am as we pay tribute to the victims and the fallen heroes of that tragic day. We will never forget.
Adam Ross: I need your signature on this, boss.
Jo Danville: I told you not to call me that.
Adam Ross: Well, whose signature do I need at the bottom of this report?
Jo Danville: Mine.
Adam Ross: Then you're the boss.
Jo Danville: Interim boss.
Adam Ross: I'm not gonna call you interim boss.
Jo Danville: Well, that's what I am, at least until Sinclair fills Mac's position.
Adam Ross: (About Mac's belongings) I call dibs on the Reagan photo if he doesn't come pick up his stuff soon.
Don Flack: How often you keep the place open after 4:00 a.m.? [Witness hesitant to answer] Mr. Lannigan, I thought this might go without saying but I'm more interested in the body lying in front of your bar than what was going on inside.
Hannah McCray: You lost your wife on 9/11, right?
Mac Taylor: Yes, I did.
Hannah McCray: Did they...? Was she ever...?
Mac Taylor: No, no, she was never identified.
Hannah McCray: Was she the...?
Mac Taylor: Claire. Her name is Claire, and the victims are not just DNA profiles. They have names.

(Hannah grows silent)

Mac Taylor: I'm sorry, I... I didn't, I didn't mean... I know you don't think that.
Hannah McCray: Is that why you left the police department? To do DNA research that might help identify her?
Mac Taylor: No, I'm helping to develop new techniques in extracting DNA because 1,121 victims still remain unidentified. Those families don't have closure, and... I know what that feels like
Claire Taylor:This is crazy, Mac. There are still so many people inside.
Mac Taylor: Claire, look, I know you want to help. Listen to me. Just stay on the phone and get as far away as you can.

(Jet engine roaring)

Claire Taylor: Oh, my God.

(Loud crash)

TV Newswoman: Oh, my God! Another plane just hit the other tower. A second airplane just flew directly into the South Tower. This is obviously not an accident.
Mac Taylor: Claire? Claire! Claire!
Adam Ross: (Imitating Jo) Well, uh, I'm just... so sorry, sir, you're just not the man who replaces Mac Taylor at the head of this crime lab. Yeah, not with that pocket protector and those silly Pee Wee Herman-looking glasses.
Adam Ross: (Imitating the man) Uh, but, um, then why did Chief Sinclair want to interview me and have you show me around the lab?
Adam Ross: (Imitating Jo) Well, that's probably because he's just got to make believe that Mac Taylor's never coming back. He doesn't even know the difference between a GCMS and a scanning electron microscope. Well, I'll tell you what, sweet thing, okay? I'm gonna introduce you to a bunch of people that you're never gonna be supervising...
Lindsay Monroe: There's something seriously wrong with you.
Adam Ross: (Gasps) Awkward. How long were you there?
Lindsay Monroe: Pretty much the whole time
Adam Ross: When you're the man and you see that the interim boss is not happy with that answer, you dig a little deeper.
(Jo smiles amused)

(After arresting some perps by tracing a cell phone)

Danny Messer: Technology.
Don Flack: Got to love it.
Jo Danville: It never hurts to have a confession.
Don Flack: That shouldn't be too difficult. Those two aren't exactly brain surgeons. They'll give it up. Hardest part might be keeping their names straight. The white guy's name is Mike Black. They call him White Mike. The black guy's name is Mike White. His street name is Black Mike.
Jo Danville: I'll take Black Mike.
Don Flack: Great. I got Mike Black.
(Jo looks confused)
Don Flack: The white guy. Don't think about it. But trust me, it's right.
Don Flack: I can't imagine what that withdrawal thing feels like.
Mike Black: Kind of like a cop who can't get a donut.
Don Flack: (About Mike Black) He's either an amazing liar... or I'm not as good at this as I think I am.
Joe Vincent: When my son Jimmy got on the PD, he was assigned to this precinct. The two of us would meet here every Sunday morning for breakfast. For the past ten years, uh, every Sunday I go to Mass and... then come back here to this counter alone. I... try to remember his voice... the cop-fireman banter, the love, respect we had for one another. Every Sunday that goes by, memory fades a bit. But... this is how I want to remember him.
Mac Taylor: Well, that's why we're doing this project, right, Joe? Keep those memories alive. And, uh... while I hate to admit it... it's been a real honour working with you on this project. I feel like I've found a friend for life.
Mac Taylor: Here's to us. A grumpy old fireman with no personality and a... charismatic... charming cop who came together... to help to build something that will last forever.
Joe Vincent: Charismatic, my ass.
Mac Taylor: I'm just imagining how cluttered that desk of yours must be now, now that you're the boss.
Jo Danville: Oh! Interim boss. It's your desk. Although I wish you could've seen their faces when I moved a few things in there. It was like I had just taken over Joe DiMaggio's locker.

(Both chuckle)

Jo Danville: It was... but we both know I'm just keeping the seat warm for you until you come back.
Mac Taylor: I'm not coming back, Jo.
Mac Taylor: Hey, Jo.
Jo Danville: Yeah?
Mac Taylor: Measure twice, cut once.
Jo Danville: I know. I know. Look at everything again... every report, every crime scene photo. Answer's in there somewhere.
Jo Danville: That ring around the blood spot is called skeletonization.
Don Flack: Why don't they just call it a ring?
Jo Danville: Okay, that's it. Forget it. I give up.
Don Flack: Sorry, it would be much more interesting if you guys used smaller words.
(Soon after the Word Trade Center collapsed, Flack and Danny stumble upon each other)
Don Flack: Hey, buddy, you can't go down there.
Danny Messer: It's okay, I'm on the job.
Don Flack: What's your name?
Danny Messer: Messer. Danny Messer.
Don Flack: Listen to me, Messer. You don't need to go down...
Danny Messer: No, I got to get down there and help!
Don Flack: Listen to me, Messer. They're all gone!
Danny Messer: I want to go help these people!
Don Flack: They're all gone.
Joe Vincent: You lost your wife, I lost my son. It is what it is. There is no good way to let go of that.
Mac Taylor: We were both down there on that pile, Joe. Digging, searching, hoping. When we first met, I remember you telling me how moved you were at seeing some of the same faces, day in and day out, down there at the site. Everybody coming together to pitch in and help out. How inspired you were that so much evil and pain could be channeled into so much good. Celebrate that. Share that. You said you did it for the families. You're one of the families, too, Joe. Don't forget that.
Jo Danville: We've known each other for about a year now, Don. I have never told you this, but I think you're one hell of a detective.
Don Flack: Thanks, Jo.
Jo Danville: You're welcome.
Don Flack: Jury's still out on you, interim boss.
(Adam is trying to get the tie knot right)
Lindsay Monroe: Do you need a hand?
Adam Ross: No, I got it. Got it. Just got to...
Lindsay Monroe: By the time you're finished, it's gonna be the 20th anniversary.
Danny Messer: (About Lindsay) Where's... Adam and, erm... what's-her-name?
Adam Ross: Can I tell you something?
Lindsay Monroe: Sure. What's up?
Adam Ross: I slept through it.
Lindsay Monroe: Through what?
Adam Ross: 9/11. I've actually never told anybody that before. Just... too embarrassed, you know? And everyone always asks me, you know: "Where were you?" And... I would lie.
Adam Ross: (About 9/11) I was asleep. You know, I went out the night before with a couple of my buddies, and we had a few too many drinks, and I didn't wake up till after 2:00. And by then, the entire world had changed. The next morning, I got up at 5:00 a.m., and I went down there, and... I stood behind a barricade with these construction workers for, like, 12 hours, you know, until they opened it up and let us clean up the debris.
Lindsay Monroe: So you joined the bucket brigade?
Adam Ross: Yeah.
Lindsay Monroe: Me too.
Adam Ross: I thought you were in Montana.
Lindsay Monroe: I was when it happened. I watched the whole thing on TV, feeling totally useless, and like I wanted to help, but they weren't letting planes in, obviously. And then I heard that trucks from all over the country were going to New York. So, I jumped on a local fire truck, and I got here a few days after. We might have been on the same line, never even knew it.
Mac Taylor: For the last four months, it has been my honour and privilege to be a part of something so important and that I am truly proud of. To contribute a little bit to so many who lost so much. These 417 first responders, the portraits of their faces etched in granite and honored here on this Brooklyn Wall of Remembrance, will live in our hearts forever. Ten years have passed since that tragic day. Many of us here have been personally affected and share a loss. And so once more, we pause and we pray, and we will continue to do so as each anniversary passes. In helping to finish this memorial, I've met some truly remarkable people. And we've had the opportunity to meet with many of you who generously shared your thoughts and feelings on how best to remember these fallen heroes who demonstrated such unmitigated courage and selflessness. The effort to build this wall of remembrance has been a great blessing, as we attempt to heal our broken hearts. And here today we gather, a people united not only in our grief, but in our resolve to stand together as one family of Americans. God bless these brave souls who served so selflessly. They will never be forgotten.

Keep It Real [8.02]

Mac: You want to act stupid? Break the law? Fine, go ahead, do it. Just do us all favor, leave the innocent people out of it.

Cavallino Rampante [8.03]

Jo: I always tell my kids that the only reason evil exists is so that good can triumph over it.
Mac: If it didn't, we'd be out of a job.

Officer Involved [8.04]

Danny: Whenever you take a life, no matter how justified, it messes with you.

Air Apparent [8.05]

Flack: [after getting Sam a job in the NYPD]: That's what siblings do, they look out. Good times and bad.
Flack: Sometimes nepotism is a good thing.

Get Me Out of Here! [8.06]

Flack: We're canvassing the area.
Jo: Expecting the dead to speak?
Flack: For the murder weapon.

Crushed [8.07]

Jo Danville: Flack, what are we looking at?
Don Flack: A parent's worst nightmare. Victim throws a party while mom and dad are out of town. Someone spills their drink on the new carpet.
Jo Danville: Flack, how does this happen?
Don Flack: Starts out as a group of high school juniors getting a buzz on. The party goes viral. Jumps to 700 in under two hours. Welcome to the end of the world as we know it.
Jo Danville: 50 kids jumping up and down. Whoever the morons were decided to add a table should have known that was a bad idea.

Crossroads [8.08]

Flack: Criminal court judge assassinated in front of a sequestered jury, right under the nose of a half a dozen cops.
Mac Taylor: Brazen son of a bitch.
Mac: Triple murder in front of this bakery a year ago.
Danny: Markov... he's like the Sammy the Bull of Russian organized crime. That's why we got a dozen bodies on him.
Mac: Looks like it just went to a baker's dozen.
Danny: (Processing a bicycle) Hey, so what do you think of this fancy getaway vehicle?
Lindsay: Doesn't exactly seem like the expected mode of travel for a Russian hit man.
Reporter: Any comment on your number two, Jo Danville, dropping the ball on the original D.C. rape case?
Mac: The FBI lab tech who mishandled the evidence blew the case. As for Jo Danville, I'll take her courage and integrity over official misconduct every time.
Reporter: Has she been excluded from the New York case because of political pressure from Senator Matthews?
Mac: The decisions I make have nothing to do with political pressure from anyone. I do what's best for the case. And what's best in this case is Jo Danville sits this one out.
John Curtis: Did you come here to gloat?
Jo: I wish I could gloat. I wish I could take great pleasure in seeing you sit here in this cell. But that would be at the expense of Ali Rand and the horrible way you made her suffer. My pleasure will have to wait until I hear the guilty verdict read at your trial.
John Curtis: I wouldn't be so quick to convict me... just yet.
Jo: You were a free man. Makes me sick to my stomach to think that my integrity and my conviction gave you that second chance. I came here to make you a promise. You will not walk away this time.
John Curtis: I think you're gonna be disappointed, sweetheart.
Jo: The people I work with are very good at what they do. There'll be no mistakes this time.
John Curtis: I'll make a promise to you. You put that bitch on the stand, your case will fall apart faster than your career did in the FBI.
Hawkes: Nothing's ever easy.
Sid: I've seen you put a slug together with less.
Hawkes: Attempted poisoning with antifreeze is simple and is easily mixed in with a sweet drink, but it doesn't exactly scream Russian assassin.
Hawkes: I never heard of a Russian hit man doing a drive-by on a bicycle. I'm betting the poisoning and the shooting are related.
Senator Matthews: The assassination of a judge is no small thing. You've got a lot on your plate. Hope it's not too much.
Mac: Always have a lot on my plate. That's the nature of the business.
Senator Matthews: (About John Curtis) I've seen this animal walk away from what he's done once before. I will not tolerate any dragging of the feet on this.
Mac: No one in this lab knows how to drag their feet.
Senator Matthews: (About Jo) I don't want her anywhere near this thing.
Mac: I already made that call. But I want you to know it has nothing to do with Jo Danville's abilities. If my daughter were attacked, I'd want her investigating the case.
Flack: Hard to buy a professional thief moonlighting as a hit man.
Hawkes: Somebody left a doggie bag in the trash bin outside.
Flack: Whoa, whoa, whoa! If that's what I think that is, don't open that in here.
Hawkes: It's not that kind of doggie bag, Flack.
Lindsay: These aren't like cop cars anymore, they're like spaceships.
Serena Matthews: You know, for a while, I was angry at what you did. It took me some time to get past that and realize how difficult it must have been for you, as a woman, and as a mom, to watch that monster walk away from what he did to me.
Jo: Not about me, Serena. It is about you. It's not fair that your life was turned upside down because of it.
Serena Matthews: My father is an emotional guy. He had no right to force you out of the FBI.
Jo: You know, I'm not so sure I wouldn't have done exactly what your dad did on behalf of one of my own children. I don't regret my actions. I do regret that my actions set John Curtis free and what that did to you and your dad but... I don't, I don't sleep nights any more since he was let go.
Serena Matthews: (About her rapist) I know that it's stupid and irrational but I just have this fear that he's going to come after me again.
Serena Matthews: (About her rapist) I came because I need to see it. I need to be in that courtroom and see him in handcuffs being taken off to jail.
Mac: Your little visit to Mr. Curtis wasn't a very good idea. I hope you got whatever it was you had to say off your chest.
Jo: I did. Thanks for not making a big deal about it.
Pavel Danshov: (As he is about to be arrested by his car) What's going on? You boys want to go for a ride with me?
Danny: How you doing, Pavel?
Pavel Danshov: (As he is being pinned against his car and handcuffed) Not so good. Looks like I got another parking ticket.
Flack: I think that's gonna be the least of your problems.
Danny: Jo, I don't care what everybody says around here, you're good.
(After Danshov's car was hit by a biker on the run)
Flack: Did you get a good look at his face?
Pavel Danshov: I got a good look at my fender.
Flack: And you had nothing to do with those shots that were fired?
Pavel Danshov: A dead judge is bad for business. A crooked judge is much better.
Flack: So you were just out there following the judge, trying to dig up dirt on him so your boss could blackmail him?
Pavel Danshov: Blackmail him? Nyet. I prefer 'negotiate' with him.
Nicholas Albertson: Look, whatever you think I did, you got the wrong guy.
Flack: Wrong guys don't run.
Flack: Why did you want the judge dead?
Nicholas Albertson: Okay. I give up. It was that cheap cologne. That's what did it... I mean, I couldn't take it anymore. Every time, busing that guy's table with that same horrible stench.
Flack: You think this is a joke?
Nicholas Albertson: I think this whole thing is a joke.
Flack: So... you were out there last night. But you didn't do nothing. You didn't shoot nobody, you didn't see or hear anybody shoot anybody. That's your story? That's what you're going with, Nick?
Nicholas Albertson: That's what I'm going with.
Mac: Most of these camps are privately owned, for profit operations. The state pays a fee for every kid sent there.
Jo: Yes, a very generous fee. So for the two years after Nelson buys it, Judge Corsica sends twice as many kids to Forest Brook than any other Juvenile Court judge.
Mac: More kids, more money.
Danny: What do we got?
Jo: Bullet hole... bullet impact mark... burglary starter kit... gun...
Danny: Boom!
Jo: Boom!
James Nelson: You know who that little piece of garbage is, now. Come on, think.
Judge Corsica: How the hell would I know the busboy?
James Nelson: He helped you pay for that boat you have sitting at the marina.
Judge Corsica: Well, that narrows it down to a couple of thousand kids.
Judge Corsica: It cost us 1,500 bucks to get that ambulance chaser to go away.
James Nelson: That was money well spent. Made us much more careful who we do our business with.
Tommy Hill: You know what happens to good kids in a place like Forest Brook? They turn bad real fast, or they get eaten alive.
Tommy Hill: But that man stole my life away from me. I think it's only fair that I took his!
Jo: You don't get to make that choice. There's a system of justice.
Flack: (About Ali Rand) Think she's lying about the drugs?
Lindsay: It's not what I think, it's what the science says.
Flack: What are you going to do about the hearing tomorrow?
Lindsay: I'm gonna tell the truth. Based on what she just told us, the levels of GHB in her blood... they're not improbable. They're impossible.
(At John Curtis' trial)
Judge Winford: The defense request for a dismissal of all charges is denied. Unfortunately, some of the testimony we've heard here this morning is cause for concern, and raises grave questions as to the credibility of the victim.

Means to an End [8.09]

Serena Matthews: That girl Lindsay who works with you... I thought she was on our side.
Jo: She had to tell the truth.
Serena Matthews: The truth is that Curtis raped that girl and they just let him go. Again.
Senator Matthews: I have seen John Curtis walk out of a courtroom, a free man, twice. Both times you were there.
Jo: I'm not involved in this case, Senator, as you know.
Senator Matthews: And yet, somehow it fell apart.
Serena Matthews: Dad, let's just go.
Senator Matthews: My daughter already paid her price. Nothing can change that. This is about all the other daughters that had to suffer since you let Curtis go the first time.
Senator Matthews: My daughter, erm... was attacked tonight. She came home beaten, half drugged.
Frank Waters: You take her to the hospital?
Senator Matthews: Of course not. There can't be any press, no news conferences. My daughter has got to be protected.
Mac: You know you can't be doing that. You shouldn't even be within ten feet of that evidence.
Jo: John Curtis is posting bail as we speak. I can't sit back and watch this case fall apart.
Mac: The case isn't yours, Jo. It's Lindsay's. She'll be the one to go back over the evidence and you should get some distance.
Jo: You know John Curtis is not just another bad guy to me. I can't pretend this is business as usual.
Mac: Yeah, I get that, it's personal. All the more reason why you should step away.
Mac: (To Jo) Whatever you find, find it fast. The only thing keeping this case alive is Ali's statement.
Ali Rand: You said I was gonna be safe. But that maniac is back out there. Who do you think he's pissed at right now, the crime lab?
Flack: Look, Ali, you just need to take a breath here.
Ali Rand: They're calling me a liar in the newspaper, a whore.
Flack: I told you not to read the papers.
Ali Rand: I'm not doing this anymore... I'm dropping the charges.
Flack: Let's be clear about something. There is no dropping these charges, okay? You can't unring this bell.
Ali Rand: You cannot force me to testify.
Flack: No. But the D.A. can, and he will. You're in this, Ali.
Serena Matthews: I'm sorry. It's just I'm so embarrassed.
Jo: There's no reason to be.
Serena Matthews: If I hadn't been drinking when this whole...
Jo: Serena, listen to me. This is not your fault.
Mac: Ali didn't just lie about the GHB, she lied about when she was beaten, too.
Lindsay: Mac, she's lying about everything.
Jo: I'm truly sorry for what happened to you, Frank.
Frank Waters: By what happened to me you mean when you fired me from the FBI?
Jo: Okay, is that why you asked me to breakfast? Because if you think I regret the decision I made, you're mistaken.
Jo: I'm not gonna sit here and let you blame me for what you did.
Frank Waters: I don't, Jo. Look, it took me a long time to figure it out but I messed up and I own it.
Jo: If that's really the way you feel, I'm glad for you.
Frank Waters: Yeah, but what I do blame you for is not letting it go.
Frank Waters: Why didn't you just ignore my mistake?
Jo: I had a responsibility, Frank. To Serena, to the other victims.
Frank Waters: If you'd just put your personal ethics to the side one time, none of this would be happening now.
Lindsay: Who called it in?
Adam: Couple from Iowa, in town to see Spider-Man on Broadway, after a walk in the park. Odds were pretty good they were going to see a dead body either way.
Lindsay: (About Ali Rand) She was putting on a pretty good show herself.
Adam: (Arriving at a crime scene in Central Park) Wow. This looks like a postcard... I mean, except for the dead body, of course.
Adam: It's probably not premeditated, right? I mean, it'd be strange if someone planned to kill her with a rock.
Flack: You never know. Perp might have been following her. Could have snuck up behind her and, bang, lights out.
Lindsay: The result of a heated argument.
Adam: Unsatisfied customer (Lindsay gives him a look) What? She's a call girl.
Lindsay: Don't make me sorry I brought you out here.
Flack: (About Ali Rand) If she really did fabricate the rape story, there's definitely one guy who would want to confront her.
Lindsay: And John Curtis just got released on bail.
Jo: (About John Curtis) Why would he agree to come in and then not be willing to talk?
Mac: He's willing to talk, just not to me. He specifically requested you.
Jo: The camera is here to record the...
John Curtis: To make sure I don't falsely claim something happened? I mean, I can understand that. I might leave here and go beat the hell out of myself and then come back and claim police brutality.
Jo: Where were you last night?
John Curtis: Where were you last night?
Jo: I don't find this amusing.
John Curtis: It's not meant to be. And I'll tell you why I ask: because I'd like to know what your alibi is for Ali's time of death. The way I see it, you have more motive to kill Ali than I do.
John Curtis: (To Jo) You were so close, you could taste it. You had a victim who suffered increased violence, who had GHB in her system and just enough memory to remember my name. You were so close to being able to lay your head down on your pillow and forget me forever but your star witness turned out to be a fraud.
Lindsay: Hey, Sid, have you ever seen someone punch herself in the face?
Sid: Uh, no. Are you going to punch yourself in the face?
Sid: I've pretty much seen it all, but no, I have not come across anyone who has successfully punched herself to death.
Danny: Our buddy Frankie... he never met a piece of paper he didn't like.
Hawkes: I guess they didn't teach organization at Quantico, huh?
Mac: This isn't just sloppiness. It's obsession.
Frank Waters: I made a mistake.
Jo: It's not just a mistake, Frank. You know I have to alert the defense.
Frank Waters: Oh, you do that, this whole case could blow up.
Jo: You've given me no choice.
Jo: (About Frank Waters) How is it possible to misjudge a person so? I trusted this man.
Sid: And now he's suspected of murder.
Ali Rand: What are you, a cop or something?
Frank Waters: Yeah, I used to be, sort of. I worked on the John Curtis case in DC.
Ali Rand: You did a hell of a job.
Frank Waters: Yeah, well, so did you. I was in court today. If you're gonna dose yourself with GHB, you better figure out the right levels.
Lindsay: It's pink ivory. It's one of the three rarest varieties on the planet. It's grown almost entirely in Southern Africa and it's the sovereign tree of the Zulu Nation.
Mac: Should I put a BOLO out on the Zulu royal family?
Lindsay: The traditional weapon from Southern Africa is called a knob kerrie. It's a cross between a club and a walking stick.
Mac: Similar to the Shillelagh in Ireland, considered a gentleman's weapon.
Mac: How much did you pay her?
Senator Matthews: I'm a United States Senator!
Mac: How much did you pay her to frame John Curtis for rape?
Senator Matthews: Yes, add that to my... my list of felonies. I'm going to ask you to leave now.
Mac: And I'll come back with a warrant.
Senator Matthews: What would you do, Detective? If your daughter was violated the way mine was. He was gonna rape again, unless someone took the initiative.
Mac: And so you hired Ali to trap him.
Senator Matthews: Oh, God, I should've just gunned him down myself.
John Curtis: Beg me not to kill you. Come on, I want to hear you say it.
Jo: Never! (Spits)
John Curtis: Attagirl. You never did know when to give up, did you?
John Curtis: (To Jo) You know how some experts say that sick people... people like me, you know, that ultimately, we want to be caught? That the mistakes we make are intentional. Or that we stray from some particular course of action because we like the risk? Those experts are morons. I have no intention of being caught.
(John Curtis has taken the magazine out of Jo's gun, removed the bullets, and then given it back to her)
Jo: You know how most gun accidents happen and people end up shooting themselves?
John Curtis: Bang. You got me. You finally got me.
Jo: They always forget the one in the chamber (She shoots him dead)

Clean Sweep [8.10]

Flack: (At the crime scene of a burnt body) Hope you skipped breakfast.
Mac: That bad?
Flack: Worse. Our vic is Ryan Richards, 25 years old.
Mac: How do we know?
Flack: That's his melted driver's license right there.
Hawkes: What kept it burning for so long?
Sid: I'd offer the wick effect.
Hawkes: Right. Where clothing acts like the wick of a candle turned inside-out.
Sid: Feeding the flames a continuous supply of fuel in the form of melting human fat. It's particularly effective.
Hawkes: And particularly disgusting.
(About cage fighting)
Mac: I've seen a few matches. That's a brutal sport.
Flack: It's an excuse for two grown men to legally beat the bloody pulp out of each other.
Mac: So you're not a fan?
Flack: I didn't say that.
Flack: Kid definitely knew how to defend himself. Whoever did this risked a serious ass-whupping if things went south.
Flack: I'll start whacking the bushes, see if anyone was itching for a death match with our fighter outside of the cage.
Jennifer Walsh: Large French roast, black, paired with a blueberry scone. That is how you like your coffee, right?
Mac: I gave up coffee a year ago and I'm severely allergic to blueberries.
Jennifer Walsh: Of course you are. Seems your buddy Flack is quite the practical joker.
Jennifer Walsh: My name's Jennifer Walsh. I'm a freelancer with the Journal. I'm writing next month's cover story.
Mac: Uh, interview requests are made through the Public lnformation Office.
Jennifer Walsh: Truth is, I'm not a big fan of the rules. They seem to get in the way of what I want.
Mac: Did Flack tell you to tell me that, too? 'Cause I am a big fan of the rules.
Jennifer Walsh: All I'm asking is for five minutes of your time. You owe me that at least, considering I did try to poison you with blueberries.
Mac: Fair enough. What's your article about?
Jennifer Walsh: The NYPD's inability to police themselves. Specifically in matters of officer misconduct.
Mac: Ms. Walsh... (Chuckles) I have no official comment about that.
Jennifer Walsh: Some people say that your rigid adherence to department policy is more pliable than you let on. That you've been known to look the other way and be creative with those policies on more than one occasion.
Mac: They're entitled to their opinion.
Jennifer Walsh: And so are you. I came to hear your side of the story.
Mac: There is no story. I do my job to the best of my ability and I expect the same from all the officers under my command.
Mac: Ryan Richards was struck in the head, shot in the back, then lit on fire
Sid: That's what I call overkill.
Lisa Richards: I don't watch Ryan fight anymore. Seeing him get hit is worse than someone hitting me. Hard to watch someone you love in pain.
Lisa Richards: Every now and then, a fan would stop him on the street, challenge him to a fight.
Jo: How would Ryan handle that?
Lisa Richards: He'd give them an autograph instead.
Jo: Were there ever any physical attacks?
Danny: No. Everything but. I mean, he made death threats. He also broke into their house and left a cake frosted with dog feces on the kitchen counter.
Jo: Delightful.
Derek Petrov: Yeah, the VIP pass was mine. But I was too busy last night in the cage to be using it.
Mac: Then who'd you give that pass to?
Derek Petrov: I don't remember. All right. Fine. I sold it to some guy in the parking lot.
Jo: What did he look like?
Derek Petrov: Looked like he was eager enough to give me 300 bucks for it.
Marty Bosch: I think I killed somebody last night.
Flack: You're telling me you woke up doused in gasoline, covered in blood and you don't know how it happened?
Marty Bosch: I was drunk.
Flack: Yeah, Marty, I've had my fair share of rough nights, yet I think I'd remember taking a bath in somebody else's blood.
Marty Bosch: Yesterday was my 21st birthday. Some friends, they... they took me to Dutton's Tavern to celebrate.
Flack: Let me guess... part of this celebration included you doing 21 shots?
Marty Bosch: I did the first ten without a problem. After that, things get a little sketchy.
Flack: You recognize that guy?
Marty Bosch: Yeah, it's, uh... Ryan Richards. I've seen him fight. Why?
Flack: There were three murders in the city last night. Two of them have been solved.
Marty Bosch: And the third?
Flack: Ryan Richards.
Mac: How did you get up here?
Jennifer Walsh: I took your advice and called the Public lnformation Office. They were surprisingly accommodating when I dropped your name.
Mac: The flowers are beautiful but I can't accept them.
Jennifer Walsh: Well, I'm sure whoever sent them will be devastated.
Mac: You didn't send these?
Jennifer Walsh: (Chuckles) Flowers aren't my style. If I was gonna bribe you, I'd offer a tub of popcorn and court side Knicks tickets.
Jennifer Walsh: In case you're wondering, I am free for dinner later tonight.
Mac: I wasn't.
Lindsay: (About Jennifer Walsh) Who was that?
Mac: Nobody.
Lindsay: 'Nobody' is pretty cute.
Lindsay: Mac, are those flowers on your desk also from 'nobody'?
Mac: (Chuckles) Lindsay, go.
Jo: Mac, how do you eat your peanuts?
Mac: Peanuts? Uh... like everybody else, I suppose.
Jo: Well, down south, we like to eat ours boiled, 'cause it makes the shell soft, and we can open them with our teeth.
(About a perp who starts off as soon as he notices them)
Flack: Why do they always run?
Danny: I don't know. Must be brain damage.
Mac: Threats... intimidation, harassment... you're nothing but a coward.
Aaron Collins: You don't know anything about me.
Mac: I know you terrorized Ryan Richards and his wife for years. I also know you weren't man enough to take credit for it.
Mac: (Reading a caption) 'Savor the victory now 'cause you'll be dead by morning.' That's more than a picture, that's a death threat.
Aaron Collins: I just wanted him to lie awake at night, dreading the sunrise, the same way I have, every day, since I was 17 years old.
Mac: Where'd you go after the fight?
Aaron Collins: To the halfway house, to make curfew. You don't believe me? You can ask the gestapo pigs who run the place.
Jo: What's our motive here, Mac, if it wasn't for insurance money? And if he's really such a great guy, why would he walk away from all that fame and adoration?
Mac: When we find him, remind me to ask.
Jo: You know, the horrors that these young people endure while fighting for their country. Is it any wonder they're unable to cope with daily life?
Mac: We have an epidemic of homeless veterans on our nation's streets. Over 100,000 brave men and women just lost in the shuffle.
Jo: It's shameful.
Adam: Mac. Look, I know I've called you a genius before, but this time, I really mean it.
Mac: (Checking out a postcard) It's blank.
Adam: Well, that's why I swabbed the stamp adhesive for DNA.
Ryan Richards: Charlie died in my passenger seat. I pulled over. Sat there... for what seemed like hours. Deciding if I was capable of going through with the unthinkable.
Mac: Burning his body to make it look like your own.
Ryan Richards: I know what I did to his body is wrong, and I should be punished for that, but... I didn't kill Charlie.
Mac: Well, unfortunately, the science can't confirm that. The damage to the body was so severe that determining a definitive time and cause of death is impossible.
Ryan Richards: What... what does that mean?
Mac: Well, the D.A. will consider what we can prove, and then decide whether or not to charge you with murder.
Ryan Richards: Charlie was dead when I lit that fire. You have to believe me.
Mac: For what it's worth... I do believe you. But it's not up to me.
Mac: Full military honours for Private Hunt's funeral. He and his family will get the dignified closure they deserve.
Jo: While I don't condone Ryan Richards' choices, I do understand why he made them. Love just makes you do crazy things.
Mac: Well, sometimes I think that's just an excuse for bad behavior.
Jo: Oh, I don't know, Mac. When it comes to matters of the heart, I've had my share of temporary insanity.
Mac: Maybe I have, too.
Jo: (Referring to Jennifer Walsh) I hear you have a new friend.
Mac: Lindsay has an overactive imagination.
Jo: (Referring to the Jennifer Walsh) Flack said she was looking at you like she wanted something else.
Mac: Flack is dead. He's dead.
Jo: Get over it, Mac Taylor. Look at me. You're a charming, sexy single man. There's no hiding from the ladies.
Mac: I'm not hiding.
Jo: I think the word sexy makes you nervous. Speaking of crazy love, I got to go meet my kids for pizza.

Who's There? [8.11]

(At the crime scene of Ron Ferguson)
Flack: Apparently, he and his partner, a guy named Phillip Roth, made a killing during the housing bubble.
Jo: Looks like the killing didn't stop there.
Mac: Wealthy neighborhood. Rows and rows of million-dollar homes. Why'd the attackers choose this one?
(About the 'Rocky Horror Picture Show')
Mac: They're still showing that thing?
Jo: Apparently so.
Mac: I never saw that.
Jo: You didn't? Aw, Mac, you should. I think you'd love it. It ranks right up there with that eight-hour Reagan documentary you're always watching.
Lindsay: You mean to tell me that while I've been trying to get a lead out of an empty cardboard box, you've been here doing magic tricks?
Danny: Uh, it creates a diversion, helps me think.
(After Danny performs a cards trick)
Lindsay: That's very impressive.
Danny: Thank you.
Lindsay: I think you should stick to your day job, though.
Danny: (To Lindsay, throwing a queen of spades card in her direction) My queen!
Flack: (To Lindsay) I believe... your exact words were: 'one more stop, then we get a bite to eat.'
Lindsay: Yes, and this office is the last stop.
Flack: No! no, no, no! You said it on the walk up to the last place. That's one more. This is two.
Lindsay: You are like Danny. You do not listen to what I actually say.
Flack: Oh, I listen. I think the problem is you're not saying what you think you're saying. He says that too, doesn't he?
Lindsay: Yeah. Word for word.
Flack: (Cuckles) Men and women.
Flack: You're going away for murder, Mark. The only question is how long. We're offering you a chance to do the right thing. Chance for a lighter sentence.
Eva Hutton: I'm sorry, who?
Jo: Ron Ferguson. The same Ron Ferguson you were having an affair with.
Eva Hutton: What? Can we take a step back here? Because I don't know any Ron Ferguson.
(Creating an internet profile page for Mac)
Jo: 'Dirty Harry'. Add that to his list of favorites.
Lindsay: (Chuckles) Really? 'Dirty Harry'? I'm not sure Mac would approve of his policing techniques.
Mac: (Looking at an internet profile that Jo and Lindsay have created for him) What is this?
Lindsay: It's your profile page, Mac. It's all part of the investigation.
Mac: (Confused) Okay.
(After creating an internet profile page for Mac)
Lindsay: There we go, hours of social networking at your fingertips!
Mac: Great. I don't want a profile page.
Jo: Oh, it doesn't matter, that's the point. Someone else can build it for you.
Mac: What kind of person makes a fake profile to have an online love affair with their own husband?
Lindsay: She must've been trying to catch Ron cheating.
Jo: More like entrapment.
Mac: We knew their marriage was in trouble. This takes it to a new level.
Elizabeth Ferguson: Do you have any idea what 20 years of marriage can do to a person?
Mac: Then get a divorce.
Elizabeth Ferguson: Our marriage was a war, our divorce a cold war.

Brooklyn 'Til I Die [8.12]

Danny and Hawkes: Boom!
(Lindsay laughs)
Flack: (Walking through a filthy alley) Friend of mine jogs in her bare feet. She keeps asking me to join her. I don't think so.
Flack: I know times are tough, but it doesn't make sense for anyone in the game to rob our vics for fake cash.
Lindsay: Can you imagine what Mr. Seville must be going through? I don't know what I would do if anyone ever took Lucy. I would give my right arm to have her back.
Jo: As endearing as that sounds, please, let's just have one severed appendage at a time.
Hawkes: These what I think they are?
Danny: Yeah, serial killer trading cards. Who needs Mickey Mantle when you have Ted Bundy, right?
Kelly Rose: I opened this store for fans of the macabre.
Danny: Right. Selling locks of Charlie Manson's hair.
Hawkes: Your Web site says that you offer soil samples from Lambert Jones' backyard, where he supposedly buried his victims.
Kelly Rose: As a matter of fact, we do, and for an extra five bucks, I will gift wrap the Lambert dirt for you.
Hawkes: Lambert dirt.
Kelly Rose: Need I remind you, it is not illegal to sell dirt.
Danny: No, it's just immoral and kind of despicable, not for nothing.
Flack: Jacob Paul Williams. Priors for a little bit of everything. Armed robbery, assault with a deadly weapon... do you realize how screwed you are?
Flack: Honestly, pal, I don't even need a confession. I'm just doing this for my own amusement.
Flack: I gotta know, you're a career criminal, you know how this works so what on Earth possessed you to bring your kidnapping victim back to your mother's house?
Jake Williams: You saw my mother, she's scarier than we are.
George Williams: When we saw she was dead, we needed a way out of town.
Mac: So, you decided to add kidnapping to your list of smart decisions.
Flack: You and your brother are about as smart as bait. Makes your ransom drop plan a little inconsistent.
Jake Williams: Why do you say that?
Flack: Because it wasn't a stupid plan. You almost had us. So where'd you get the idea? Did you see it on TV or in a movie?
Preston Seville Jr: Do you know why I played the GoGame? To get away from this name, this identity as a Seville. I lost my finger and Michelle lost her life because I wanted so desperately to get away from my father. What have I done?
Lindsay: (Returning his family ring to him) It's not about what you've done. It's about what you do going forward.
Christine Whitney: I never saw you as the social-networking type.
Mac: Actually, it wasn't my decision to set that up. That was some colleagues of mine having a little fun.
Christine Whitney: That explains the blankest profile page in the history of the Internet.
Mac: How do you know that I wasn't trying to be mysterious?
Christine Whitney: Because you're one of the most transparent people I know.
Christine Whitney: (About Claire's death) I'm sorry.
Mac: There's no need to be sorry. I'm thankful for the time that we had together.

The Ripple Effect [8.13]

Jo: [while walking down the 187th Street steps] I knew I shouldn't have done the StairMaster this morning.
Mac: It's a long way down.
Flack: It's even longer coming up, trust me. 130 steps. Finally counted after the third trip.
Christine: (answering the phone) Hello, Mac Taylor.
Mac: Christine, did I get you at a bad time?
Christine: No, perfect, actually. How do I murder a produce guy and get away with it?
Mac: Well, you could always hit him over the head with a coconut, but you'd be better off using that for a piña colada.
Christine: Yeah. Point very well taken. Besides, overpriced coconuts probably warrant something closer to a misdemeanour rather than a full-blown felony, right?
Flack: (To Scott Perdito after falling down a fire escape when accused of pushing Greg Barbera down some stairs) Karma's a bitch.
Scott Perfito: I should be in a hospital resting.
Mac: They already gave you a clean bill of health and released you into our custody, Mr. Perfito.
Scott Perfito: Well, my arm still hurts and my head hurts, too.
Flack: How about your pride?
Danny: Climbed a lot of trees back in Montana, didn't you?
Lindsay: Damn straight, city boy.
Danny: Was that before or after you started cow tipping?
Lindsay: (Fakes a laughter) Wow!
Danny: What?
Lindsay: (Pretending) Is that a snake?
Danny: (Jumping out of his skin) Where? What?
Jo: Ok, I hope y'all are taking notes. First of all I could not stop thinking about these two pieces of violet flavored gum, because I couldn't wrap my head about how the wound up in Jimmy Fillbrook's mouth, and on Greg Barbera's satchel. So I went back to the schedule from the courier service that Greg worked for, and it turns out that his first pick up of the day was across from a little dinner in Chelsea, right around the corner from the Cragston Hotel.
Mac: Who did he pick up from?
Jo: Jimmy Fillbrook. And guess what the dinner has in a little dish next to the cash register.
Lindsay: Violet gum.
Jo: Bingo. But there was something else that kept bugging me. Because Greg Barbera was a bike messenger, right? So why did he run from Scott Perfitto? Where on earth was his bike? So I went back and looked at the NYPD footage one more time. Look what I spotted at about 100 yards ahead of both of them.
Danny: Guy on a bike.
Jo: Yes, but not just any bike. It matches the exact description supplied to us by the courier service that Greg worked for. And look whats hanging from the handle bars.
Flack: A chain saw. Could've been used to cut down the fallen tree outside of Scott Perfitto's apartment, right?
Mac: Greg probably locked up his bike.
Lindsay: Greg's bike was stolen so he had to run from Perfitto on foot.
Hawkes: Which caused him to fall down the steps.
Jo: and due to Greg's untimely death he wasn't able to deliver this.
Mac: Doug Kramer. That's the name of the building and safety official who was supposed to accept the bribe from Jimmy Fillbrook.
Jo: For fifteen grand.
Flack: But since he didn't get it, he ruled to condemn the Cragston Hotel at the B&S meeting.
Jo: Yes, which we all know drove our supper, Toby Delafont, to our murderous rage.
Danny: He attacked Fillbrook in the park, leaving him for dead.
Lindsay: Right. And then Fillbrook wondered further into the woods, right into the path of Nicholas Bristow's arrow.
Flack: That's the craziest thing I've ever heard but it actually makes sense.
Mac: One crime leads to another.
Hawkes: And another.
Danny: And another.
Lindsay: And another.
Jo: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is known as the Ripple Effect.

Flash Pop [8.14]

Mac: This is our investigative team on the Jessica Drake murder. All the evidence will be processed by the people in this room and only by the people in this room. We start over on everything. Chain of custody of evidence stays within this group. If something needs to go to DNA, one of us drops it off, oversees the analysis, and then retrieves the results. If the killer had access to trace evidence we collected from the scene, it could already be compromised. So pay attention and triple-check all your results.
Danny: I'm coming to the rescue, 'cause it looks like you have wrinkles all over your forehead...
Lindsay: It's not a wrinkle. It's a frown.
Christine Whitney: Oh, um, that anniversary party for my parents tomorrow night, uh, you agreed to endure...don't worry about it.
Mac: Whoa, you're dumping me?
Christine Whitney: No. I just don't want you to feel obligated with all that's going on. I mean, my whole family would love to see you, but, well, you know how they can be.
Mac: I'm sure I can handle it. I'll be here.
Christine Whitney: Okay. I gave you an out. You've been warned.
Mac: You make it sound dangerous (Both smile).
Jo: Mac Taylor, I adore you. I value our friendship more than words can express. And you don't need to feel any obligation to... (sighs) ...share any mushiness. Your smile is adequate enough. I just... I just needed to get that out. We just work so hard, day in and day out, and we never really turn to those around us and tell them how we feel.
Mac (to Jo): Who do you see in this picture?
Jo: You, me, Sheldon, Danny, Lindsay.
Mac: How many lab techs?
Jo: Three. They were assigned to the scene.
Mac: The only people taking crime scene photos were Danny and Hawkes. We're all in the picture, including the techs... so who took that picture?
Jo: You're thinking the killer, and this photo was a message.
Mac: Someone who could get access to our cell phones and send us that photo, someone who wouldn't look out of place at the crime scene, who could gain entry to the evidence, someone who's playing "catch me if you can." Not only was our victim part of the crime lab, I'm thinking so was our killer.
Adam: Are the other lab techs still being questioned? It just seems, you know, we've decided guilt by job description, and Harlan seems like our primary suspect.
Mac: You think he did it, Adam?
Adam: Uh, no.
Mac: Do you know who did?
Adam: No.
Mac: We have a responsibility to Jessica Drake. Someone in this lab thinks they have the advantage. If it's Harlan, we'll prove it; if it's not... then we continue to do our job. There's an unspoken rule of trust within these walls. That gets broken... it's inexcusable.
Jo: This is personal for Mac, Adam. He's not gonna treat anyone with kid gloves.
Adam: Well, it's personal for me, too. More than anybody in this room, I spend the most time with the lab techs. I-I started where they did. They don't want to be treated with kid gloves. They just want to be treated with respect. Look, Jessica, um... she's not just another girl in a white lab coat. Okay? She was a friend.
Adam: We could build a profile, you know... a woman, size seven shoe, six one.
Danny: We're off to a really bad start there, buddy. Not one of our suspects fits that profile. None are that tall.
Jo and Lindsay: (Looking at each other) High heels.

Kill Screen [8.15]

Adam: (playing an Xbox video game) Hey, Mac. Listen, why don't you pull up a chair and challenge the champ, okay? Now, look. I just want to warn you, this is not like the old-school games. Grab this. See these little buttons here? Press those. It's not like in the olden days, with the black and white screen and the little ball, or Ms. Pac-Man...
Mac: When I was a kid, my dad used to take me to the carnival in the summer. I loved to do the milk bottle toss. But I never won. When I was older, my dad explained to me that it was rigged. That one of the bottles was weighted so it couldn't fall over. I was so mad. Then my dad told me that life wasn't fair.
Flack: I'm disappointed, Vera. I really thought we had something.
Vera Channing: Oh, well, we'll always have Paris.
Mac: You know, when I was a kid, I used to bring a bag full of quarters to the arcade and set up in front of the Asteroids machine for a whole Saturday.
Jo: Really? I would have never clocked you as a nerd.
Flack: The handles Vera gave Walt correspond to the list of names we found on his body. Of those gamers, three were knocked out in the first round, one was disqualified, and two said Walt gave them the option of resigning to save face.
Mac: Sounds like six good motives.
Mitch Johnson: (About the world of video games competitions) There's always younger and younger kids coming up. Born holding iPads and hopped up on ADD meds.
Steve Blanton: I know that life isn't fair, I get that, I get... My wife left me, and I only see my kid once a week. But video games are supposed to be fair. The best player wins.
Mac: If you're searching for fairness, you're focused on the wrong things, Steve. You have a son. Who's going to grow up without his father. How is that fair?
Jo: Walter was playing video games at least 35 hours a week. That's practically a full-time job.
Mac: For some people it is. The highest paid professional gamers make over $500,000 a year in tournament winnings and endorsements.
Jo: (to Mac) You should wear something that says, well I don't know what it should say, but that ain't it.

Sláinte [8.16]

Christine Whitney: Mac Taylor, you're an idiot.
Mac: Why is that, exactly?
Christine Whitney: 'Cause I'm a catch, and you're gonna lose me.
Mac: I should have called, I know. Besides work and the fact that I'm not very good at this...
Christine Whitney: Hey, it's not about the phone call. If you're not... ready for something or, um... work's too busy or your life's complicated or you're scared, I get it (Laughs) I mean, I'm scared, too. Look, um, when your brother dies in the line of duty, the last guy you want to date is a cop. But I'm here and... we kissed, and I guess I just want to know if it felt right to you, too.
Mac: It did.
Christine Whitney: (Laughs) Good.
Mac: So, how about I make it up to you. We'll go out to dinner tonight. I know this amazing restaurant with this incredible chef.
Christine Whitney: Well, why don't you just come by the... (Laughs) Oh! Cute. You mean me.
Lindsay: I've always been curious. Why do they call this area Hell's Kitchen?
Mac: Well, the story goes, a veteran cop was watching a riot with his rookie partner who said: 'this place is Hell itself'. To which the veteran replied: 'Hell is a mild climate compared to this. This place is Hell's kitchen'.
Adam: If this is Hell's Kitchen in 1970, as it moves into 1975, '80, '85 and so on, you'll see the change. Anything that turns blue has been bought up, remodeled, torn down or rebuilt. Corporate America moves in.
Mac: And the older generations, like Byrne, who were born and raised there, are driven out because they can't afford the soaring costs.
Mac: So given what we know, we're looking for someone who used a heavy-duty power saw to dismember a body, but before they did that, they used it for something involving plaster, money and blood.
Jo: Sounds ridiculous, but it is Hell's Kitchen.
Mac: Maybe a few decades ago, but not anymore. Those four corners have been all but forgotten, it's not even called Hell's Kitchen anymore.
Jo: Clinton does have a nicer ring to it.
Mac: So why is the violence suddenly back?
Jo: Maybe it never really left.
Flack: According to his financials, he's lived at 48th and 9th his whole life.
Danny: That's Hell's Kitchen, I mean, yuppie central now, but back then, it couldn't have been too easy.
Flack: Irish kid growing up there in the '60s and '70s? You're looking at a 90% chance of ending up a priest, a cop or a gangster. Take a guess what most ended up as?
Danny: Well, of course, priests.
Flack: Not quite. But they did take cash, confessions, and have their own form of catechism.
Flack: Lindsay Messer, meet John Doe.
Lindsay: You know, most people spend their Monday catching up on their co-workers' weekend over a nice cup of coffee.
Flack: We're not most people. And as for my weekend, you're not missing much.
Lindsay: (reads a text from Danny) What has two arms, no legs, no body and no head? (her phone receives another text) My crime scene.
Kieran Reilly: You can think whatever you want about me or where I come from, but I got a sense of loyalty. I was raised with the understanding that you don't go against someone unless they go against you or one of your own.
Flack: So you killed a man based on some twisted sense of loyalty you had toward Byrne and your neighborhood.
Kieran Reilly: My world has laws and a code, just like yours. Break it, and you're done.
Flack: Face it, Kieran, you got played. And now you're stuck here with us while Declan lives the life of Riley down at his bar. You said you'd never go against one of your own unless they went against you. Now's your chance.
Flack: You know, guys like you are a dime a dozen. You're always preaching the same things about loyalty and brotherhood, but you're all brought down by the fact that you drop it in a heartbeat when you stand to gain.
Mac: You brutally murder Michael Byrne, a good man who did everything in his power to hold on to what was good about the past. What a way to keep the neighbourhood alive.

Unwrapped [8.17]

Mac: What do you got for me, Sid?
Sid: If I had a nickel for every time I heard that question.
Mac: We know the science doesn't lie and people do.
Flack: (banging on the door) Police! Open up!
Willis Frazier: You got a warrant?
Flack: We can get one.
Willis Frazier: Or you could ask nice.
Flack: May we come in?
Clyde Duvall: There's two kind of people in this building. People like them...
Danny: Yeah, scumbags.
Clyde Duvall: And people like me and Alicia. We work hard, we mind our business, and we try not to get caught in the crossfire.
Elaine Moore: Look, I know you must think I'm a horrible person for cheating on my husband. I loved Kelvin. Just not the way everyone wanted me to.
Lindsay: I don't think you're a horrible person. I just think it's sad that you didn't realize that the greatest gift you had walking into that building yesterday was standing right next to you.
Sid: I'm afraid I've spoiled everyone around here over the years. The age-old tradition of the investigator being present at autopsy is to answer questions that might assist the medical examiner, moi, in determining the cause and mode of death, not the other way around.
Mac: Well, that's what the book says, but I don't think they knew about Sid Hammerback when they wrote it. You always have more answers than questions, that's why you're the best.
Sid: Flattery will get you everywhere.
Alicia Woods: I just can't believe that he's dead. You know, he was such a special man. Everybody loved him.
Flack: Not everybody.
Hawkes: The note paper I found on the vestibule floor is very promising. It took me a while to figure it out, but it's a New York State inmate I.D. number.
Jo: So what's your theory? That the killer jotted down his inmate number and left it behind at the scene of the murder?
Hawkes: Wow, it is a tough crowd today.
Lindsay: So what are the chances that Parole's gonna issue a warrant?
Hawkes: Pretty promising (hands her the warrant) Here is your ticket to the dance. Flack is your date.
Christine Whitney (to Mac): Hey, I'm having a crisis of conviction in the middle of a toy store.
Mac: Okay.
Christine Whitney: My head says pick the developmentally-stimulating blocks made from organic recycled wood, but my heart says princess doll.
Mac: Well, I'm sure whatever you pick, Lucy's gonna love.
Christine Whitney: Oh, you have obviously never disappointed a 3-year-old.
Mac: I always say, go with your gut.
Christine Whitney: Oh... or we could go with ponies!
Mac: Should I send a squad car to rescue you?
Christine Whitney: Well, what is everybody else bringing?
Mac: Wait a minute. This isn't about Lucy, is it?
Christine Whitney: Of course not. This is about meeting your friends for the first time and that's a lot of pressure.
Mac: If they see in you even a fraction of what I see... you'll be a hit.
Christine Whitney: You're a sweet man, Mac Taylor. Go solve crime.
Mac: (after Christine pulls him into a corner and kisses him at the lab) What was that for?
Christine Whitney: 'Cause I felt like it. 'Cause you made me feel like it. And letting me into your world the way you have has just changed my life. I can't stop smiling. I can't stop thinking about you.
Mac: For a long time, this place and those guys have been my whole world. They've helped me through some tough times. Now I have you.

Near Death [8.18]

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Season 9

Reignited [9.01]

Where There's Smoke... [9.02]

2,918 Miles [9.03]

[After being chased and slammed against a car in San Francisco]
Suspect: Uh, damn, take it easy cop. Why are you so agro?
Mac Taylor: Sorry. I'm not from around here.

Unspoken [9.04]

Misconceptions [9.05]

[Flack and Sam are at their grandmother's for lunch.]
Flack: Ah, no gran, come on, I'm stuffed.
Grandmother: You look like one of those POWs.
Flack: It's called being in shape.
Grandmother: Skinny is not a shape.
[Flack bows his head, taking the verbal hit. He just can't win.]
Grandmother: [Asking Sam] Still going with that boy?
Flack: No, we broke up. He was too clingy. I wanted to see other people.
[Sam kicks Flack.]

The Lady in the Lake [9.06]

Karma: [as Adam is recalling the story in a police station] Wait. Are you kidding me? I thought you said this story was about a princess, not some cops chasing some dude.
Adam: It is. I'm just setting it up. Okay? See? It's called backstory.
Karma: Well, how about getting to the front story?
Jo: [after the crew observes the crime scene] So, we've got a castle and a princess...
Mac Taylor: And an unhappy ending.

Clue: SI [9.07]

Late Admissions [9.08]

Blood Out [9.09]

The Real McCoy [9.10]

Command+P [9.11]

Civilized Lies [9.12]

Nine Thirteen [9.13]

White Gold [9.14]

Seth and Apep [9.15]

Blood Actually [9.16]

Lindsay: Do you remember the last time we hade five minutes to ourselves?
Danny: (rubbing Lindsay's feet) Um...Thursday in the A.V. Lab. Had a fantastic time then Adam came!
Lindsay: Seriously! I mean with Lucy and work I just feel like I don't see you anymore. And it's gonna get a lot harder!
Danny: It's also gonna get a lot better! (puts his hand on LIndsay's stomach) There's my little boy!
Lindsay: Well, LUcy's now asleep, work's finished so...(toys with her hair) You know...(raises her eyebrows suggestivly)
Danny: I told you there'd be time to celebrate! (as he leans in to kiss her)
Lucy: (from her bedroom) Mommy! Daddy! There's a vampire under my bed!
Lindsay: (bursts out laughing)
Danny: (sighs) I got her! (he gets up from the couch with Lindsay still laughing)

Today is Life [9.17]

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