Numb3rs, Season Three

Megan Reeves:
Well, I didn't run away from home, but I didn't walk either. And unlike Crystal, I can live with all of my decisions. I don't even regret most of them. Does that make you uncomfortable?

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
[shaking his head] Look. I'm a man who lives in hotel rooms and sleeps on couches.

[Pauses]

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Does that make you uncomfortable?

Megan Reeves:
Nooo, I find it oddly attractive.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
ugh You constantly put me in mind of the M57 Nebula, with these layers upon layers of endless complexities.

Megan Reeves:
You know, I don't think I will ever tire of being compared to the M57 Nebula.

Dr. Larry Fleinhart:
...the spectral properties of supernova remnant 1713.7-3946... [OK, he means RX J1713.7-3946, and its spectral properties are not all that special. Wish they'd had an astrophysics consultant as well as a math consultant!]

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
I should shut up, shouldn't I?

Megan Reeves:
No-o, you should kiss me now.

Colby Granger:
You kiddin' me? Fleinhardt and Megan?

David Sinclair:
Yeah, man, for about, uh, a few weeks now.

Colby Granger:
So everybody knows?

David Sinclair:
Everybody knows now.

Colby Granger:
Can't believe she didn't tell me.

Charlie rambling about maths, Don looking slightly dazed.

Ian Edgerton:
Anyone else following this?

Colby Granger:
You just nodd your head and wait for the punchline.

David Sinclair:
You speak French?

Don Eppes:
There was a girl, once upon a time.

Charlie Eppes:
I'm using differential equations to perfect the chocolate chip cookie.

Amita Ramanujan:
[takes a bite of a cookie] Needs bigger chips.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
[on highway attacks not being random] What about meteors?

Charlie Eppes:
No, Larry. Not even the FBI can stop meteors.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Well, not yet, maybe … but …

Megan Reeves:
Seven random freeway attacks and not one of them fits the profile of a random freeway attack? … I mean, is it possible for something to be too random to be random?

Charlie Eppes:
Larry, is everything all right?

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Everything? Well, I'm not sure that I can account for the state of all matter, but …

Charlie Eppes:
You know exactly what I'm talking about! Stop trying to Fleinhardt your way around answering me!

Don Eppes:
You decided that maybe you were too old to be making out in the backseat of a car?

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Also … car … no backseat.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Actually, I may have before me a problem that cannot be drummed away.

Charlie Eppes:
Megan?

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
She's … she's exiting and she's beautiful, and this thing that is between us, it's beginning to affect my work!

Charlie Eppes:
What is going on between you two?

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
[stresses every single word] I have not the slightest idea!

Charlie Eppes:
Well, you never worked well with emotionally uncertainty!

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
You think that's it? You think that a emotional uncertainty lies at the heart of all this?

Charlie Eppes:
Really, I'm not as familiar with that side of you.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
[sighs] No … nor, it seems, am I.

[Larry and Charlie are arguing]

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Tighten it.

Charlie Eppes:
[slaps Larry's hand] Don't touch it.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Hey. Play nice.

Don Eppes:
Don't go all Isaac Newton on me.

Charlie Eppes:
Sir Isaac Newton.

Megan Reeves:
Twenty minutes ago I was on the couch, watching Blazing Saddles in my pajamas. This better be good.

Charlie Eppes:
Oh, this is better than good.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Your red cowgirl PJs?

Megan Reeves:
[grins] Mmm-hmm.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Oh … [stares into space, apparently contemplating the scene]

Colby Granger:
You know what this place kinda reminds me of?

David Sinclair:
Let me guess, Blade Runner.

Colby Granger:
Yeah, exactly. I think Ridley Scott knew what the future was going to look like.

Oswald Kittner:
I get shot at, and you guys respond to it by doing math?

Charlie Eppes:
That's how we roll at CalSci.

Oswald Kittner:
Are the numbers supposed to be glowing at some point?

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
I have noticed that some expressions have a certain shimmering quality to them.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Change is inevitable, and those who adapt most quickly are the most likely to survive.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Were I in a less ebullient frame of mind, I might very well just bop you in the nose.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
I believe that's my copy of the Quarterly Review of Cosmology?

Charlie Eppes:
Yeah, it is …

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Why are we engaged in combat over it?

Charlie Eppes:
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Colby Granger:
No.

Charlie Eppes:
No one likes to hear I told you so.

Colby Granger:
A = B = C = D. It's like one of Charlie's equations … I can't believe I just said that.

[Murderer wants to commit suicide by jumping off a roof]

David Sinclair:
Look at me, look at me. Carlos, look at me! I don't wanna do anything. Just wanna talk to you, okay? Give me two minutes, [then] go on you do whatever you got to do, okay?

Carlos:
[looks at him] Just talk?

David Sinclair:
Just wanna talk!

[Colby dashes after Carlos from the other side and pulls him back]

Carlos:
You lied to me!

Colby Granger:
David, apologize to the man for saving his life!

Don Eppes:
[to CIA agent] I just shot a man tonight! [referring to Brutus test subject]

CIA Agent:
[to Don] Yes, and your country thanks you. [sticks hand for shake]

[Eppes punches CIA Agent in the face]

Megan Reeves:
I'd stay down unless you wanna get hit again.

Don Eppes:
Who ya gonna call?

David Sinclair:
Charlie.

[After giving Larry back his lucky T-shirt]

Charlie Eppes:
You're rocketing into space, Larry. There's no downside in packing a lucky shirt.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Well, it's only six months, though I will be traveling two hundred and fifty miles above the Earth at eighteen thousand miles an hour. It's only a phone call away … albeit a very expensive phone call.

Charlie Eppes:
Hey … so, we're gonna be back sometime Sunday night.

Alan Eppes:
In time for dinner?

Charlie Eppes:
Well, it is a math conference at Stanford … so chances are we may be a little late.

Don Eppes:
What's he want with this little girl?

Rachel:
Most likely, his 73rd wife.

Dr. Millie Finch:
This bull's got problems.

Charlie Eppes:
I gotta tell ya, from a mathematical standpoint the designs for this yacht are absolutley amazing. It almost has me thinking about getting back into my fluid dynamics work again.

Alan Eppes:
Oh. I mean, abandon your cognitive emergence theory.

Charlie Eppes:
I said "almost".

Alan Eppes:
Oh, good, because I remember the damage some of those fluid dynamics experiments did on the pond in the backyard.

Charlie Eppes:
Oh, all the koi lived.

Don Eppes:
Do you think I need help?

Megan Reeves:
I don't think they've made the person yet who doesn't.

Megan Reeves:
So where's all the money go?

Amita Ramanujan:
Most of the money stays in Mexico.

Charlie Eppes:
Death Squad Retirement fund.

Don Eppes:
[seeing Charlie in his tux] Nice. Very … ah …

Charlie Eppes:
James Bond?

Colby Granger:
No.

Charlie Eppes:
Yeah, no, I didn't think so either.

Dr. Mildred Finch:
In Antarctica we were used to doing everything very quietly. It's like a big library … with penguins.

Alan Eppes:
You save all the dirty jobs for yourself.

Don Eppes:
I do what has to be done - it's not like I like doing the dirty work.

Charlie Eppes:
Since when did you become my conscience?

Amita Ramanujan:
Around the same time we started making out.

Charlie Eppes:
My circle tangent joke went right over the senator's head.

Amita Ramanujan:
Byzantines fighting side by side with Cowboys and Indians?

Charlie Eppes:
I had an imaginative childhood.

Charlie Eppes:
[showing his laptop monitor to David and Colby] Now, this is Professor Stanley Novich, and this is where the door to his lab used to be.

David Sinclair:
What do you mean, "used to be"?

Charlie Eppes:
I had one of my Dad's contractor friends bring in a crew last night. They drywalled his doorway, they painted it to match the wall. [sn*ggers]

David Sinclair:
The dude has always made me crazy. Ever know anyone like that?

Don Eppes:
Well, you know Charlie, right?

William Bradford:
You want to feel better? Take a pill. You want to get right? Face the truth.

William Bradford:
Coffee?

Don Eppes:
Ah, yeah. Er, no. Yeah, sure.

William Bradford:
Maybe decaf.

Don Eppes:
[to Bradford, screaming] I'm their boss. It's not my job to trust them, it's their job to trust me!

Colby Granger:
Good thing I stretched this morning.

Che Lobo:
What are you doing?

Colby Granger:
If you show up at the drop, he's gonna kill you. If I show up, at least there's a chance he'll settle for the money

Che Lobo:
Maybe he'll kill you too.

Colby Granger:
I know, doesn't seem fair does it? [Colby starts running with duffel bag of cash]

Alan Eppes:
Great! Now I have two jaded, world-weary sons!

Don Eppes:
And this one's got a shrink to prove it.

Oswald Kittner:
Unless there's a self-perpetuating element involved, like, er, nano-technology. Okay, you know when you stack up champagne glasses and fill them with champagne. You only pour the champagne into the top glass, and then it overflows to the others. It requires resources applied in one location, then it spreads.

Alan Eppes:
Oh, good God, another one?

Charlie Eppes:
Hey, do me a favour. Go find Dr. Finch. Tell her we need a priority run on the super computer, and, you know, be convincing.

Oswald Kittner:
I'll tell her the fate of democracy's at stake.

Charlie Eppes:
I like that.

Don Eppes:
Yeah, relax, you got the fifth best shot in the country covering your ass.

Ian Edgerton:
[relaxes his hand and makes his hands shake] Hey, fourth. You don't wanna ask how I moved up one spot.

Charlie Eppes:
I can't believe it. Right in the middle of my lecture!

Alan Eppes:
Charlie, I'm as embarrassed as you are.

Charlie Eppes:
You were snoring!

Ian Edgerton:
[after threading a kill shot through two closed pickup truck cab windows and a suspect's skull] That oughtta move me up to number three.

[Suspect runs out of apartment building and jumps in car]

Ian Edgerton:
[taps on window with a gun] Bet I can pull the trigger before you hit the gas.

Charlie Eppes:
[reading from the Manifesto] When biotechnology creates a marketplace where genetic material, who we are, can be bought and sold like a slave in the block, there is no freedom there.

Charlie Eppes:
Are we all so bad down here?

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
Beauty and fragility of life on Earth, it takes my breath away.

Charlie Eppes:
So what's your problem?

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
That I will habituate and lose the vision.

Charlie Eppes:
I feel like I'm in some dream with the ghost Larry, and I just want to wake up and talk to the real guy.

Dr. Millie Finch:
One small step for Larry, one giant leap for CalSci.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:
[voicemail] Greetings, earth-bound homo sapiens, I am orbiting your lovely blue planet until Earth-year 2007. You may leave a message here, or simply call out to the heavens. I will be listening.

Alan Eppes:
That's why using the water system makes perfect sense. They don't need to spread the poison themselves, the city distribution system will do the work for them!

William Bradford:
You talk a lot about your work, but I want to go a little further. What else is in your life?

Don Eppes:
Wha' … that I'm a workaholic with commitment issues that has a hard time trusting people, isn't enough?

Don Eppes:
You were … actually walking home?

Charlie Eppes:
Well, yeah, 'cause once I … once I got to the road, it was pretty easy.

Don Eppes:
I mean, he's eight.

Charlie Eppes:
I like walking. You know, that's like … that's my sport. You got hockey, you got baseball. I walk.

Don Eppes:
Like … like speed walking?

Charlie Eppes:
No, like normal … you've never taken a walk?

Charlie Eppes:
Hey, how you doin', I'm Charlie.

Sari Kinshasa:
Sari Kinshasa.

Alan Eppes:
And I'm Alan.

Sari Kinshasa:
Hello. You're FBI agents?

Charlie Eppes:
I'm an FBI consultant.

Alan Eppes:
I'm an FBI … dad.

Ashby:
I'm a speed dial away from collapsing this bridge.

Charlie Eppes:
So I am an FBI. You know, I work for the FBI.

Woman:
Can't you protect him?

Charlie Eppes:
Well, uh, actually, I'm a mathematician.