CSI: NY, Season 5

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.

Detective Mac Taylor:
I sense a demonstration coming.

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.

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.

(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.

(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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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:
Look, I completely understand the frustration you're feeling.

Machiavelli Taylor:
You're kidding me right? I mean, I get a call about an hour ago from somebody telling me that I need to report to this precinct because someone's trying to kill me. And you understand my frustration. [Mac looks away uncomfortably] Sorry, I didn't get your name. I'm sure we'd all like to know the name of the officer who understands our frustration.

Mac:
It's Detective. Detective Mac Taylor.

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.

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:
(starts getting upset that she has to go through the pregnancy alone) I just mean that I'm not expecting anything.

Detective Danny Messer:
[following her into the locker room] Lindsay.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Danny, 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. (she puts her hand to her mouth and rushes to the toilet. Danny goes to walk in the cubical to see if she was alright and gets the door slammed in his face) Linds? (as she retches) Lindsay! (he puts his ear to the door and he can hear her dry-heave a couple of times before the lock clicks) (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:
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?

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.

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.

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:
That looks to be male Caucasian.

Hawkes:
Same as the foot that Mac found. Wrapping paper's a match too.

Danny:
I'm thinking Christmas with the in-laws.

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

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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)

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

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.

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.

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.

Klein:
Maybe it was the camp that changed things. When I came to this country I had no desire to be a religious man but my son makes up for both of us. He says, "Pop, we must remember." I say, "Sometimes it's better to forget."

Flack:
[in shock after uncovering the victim's secret room filled with Nazi paraphernalia] We just found our closet Nazi's closet.

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

Mac:
My father

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.

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.

Lindsay:
(after a contraction has passed) Do they really think that I'm gonna walk this baby right out of me? Why can't I be one of those women who sneezes and before someone can say "God Bless You" she's had the baby?

Stella:
Think of what you'd be missing out on! Tell them about all those painful hours of labour you endured to bring them into this world!

Lindsay:
I guess I could get some milage out of that! I'm kinda scared, Stel!

Stella:
It's normal, Lindsay! Just remember you're healthy and strong! You and Danny went through all the courses...

Lindsay:
No, I don't mean about having the baby! It's about being a mom! I mean what if I stink at it! And the worst part is I won't know till it's too late! She'll come home, she'll scream that she hates me and then in rebellion she has some part of her body pierced thats like totally innapropriate. Then she'll get an infection, and she'll wind up on antibiotics which we find out 12 years later that they cause an eating disorder and pretty soon I'm in therapy trying to save my whole family! I mean...what if some people just aren't cut out to be parents?

Stella:
Well, the fact that you already throught about it tells me you're gonna do just fine, Linds!

Lindsay:
I'm losing it. Aren't I?

Stella:
Um...(thinks about it) Yeah!

Lindsay:
Oh...(grabs the counter as a contraction hits) Contraction!

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.

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!

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.

Muy bueno ese episodio

Flack:
Listen up, Larry! I'm a little pissed off over having to wear this outfit! If you don't open this door I'm gonna huff and puff and nuke your little house down!

Sid:
I also found traces of condom lubricant and spermicide on his hand. Your vic may have joined the mile-high club before ending up in my not so exclusive one. Of course, he could have had sex just prior to boarding, but that's not very exciting.

Danny:
You sure the package that that watch came in was untied and on the ground when you found that body?

Walford:
I swear on my sister's eyes.

Stella:
Your sister's blind, Walford.

Walford:
My other sister, Chantelle.

Mac:
So why is half the lab out in the hall watching you fly paper airplanes?

Adam:
Um... uh... you know, that's a good point. And, um, I'm going to walk away and work and hopefully save my job.

Lindsay:
[Enters Mac's office] Mac. Hey. Remember that wedding in Italy I told you about in March?

Mac:
Girlfriend from college?

Lindsay:
Very good. Well, they decided to postpone. So.

Mac:
You want back on the schedule?

Lindsay:
Yeah.

Mac:
[Suspicious look] No problem.

Lindsay:
Thanks.

Ella:
My dad worked with power tools his whole life. He nearly cuts his finger off slicing a bagel.