-
Stella: I'm a big girl.
-
Danny: Montana! Hey, what's up? Hey, this guy's about to fold. Hey, hey, hey, hey, ease up.
Lindsay: You know what Danny, maybe you should handle this case by yourself. Okay?!.
Danny: Mac's handling Stella's situation. Alright? If he needs us, he'll let us know. 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?
-
Danny: Mac's with Stella right now.
Lindsay: I just... I can't believe it. How does something like that happen? I mean I know how it happens, but... should we go visit her?
Danny: No. Mac said he'd let us know. He wants us to stick to the limo case right now. Business as usual. Are you alright?
Lindsay: Yeah. I'll be fine.
-
Kid Rock: Someone did shoot the limo driver. Sucks to be him. I gotta wait for another ride back to my hotel.
-
Nurse McCovey: (about to examine Stella for evidence) I'll be gentle.
Stella: Just be thorough.
-
Mac: So, are you going to be in town for a few days?
Kid Rock: Three more shows. You should come check one out.
-
Lindsay: It's a kinkajou.
Danny: Who owns this kind of animal?
Lindsay: It's a celebrity thing; you get a cute little pet, drag it around town with you. It's like a playmate.
Danny: Not the kind of playmate I can see Kid Rock being into. Or anyone in his band. I'm just saying…
-
Lindsay: (to Blake Mathers) You're wasting our time! (storms out interrogation room)
Danny: Blake, sit tight for awhile, alright? Reconsider your answer. (goes out after Lindsay)
-
Hawkes: It's confirmed - Stella is the shooter.
Mac: Now we have to find out everything that happened before she pulled the trigger.
-
Mac: You're not a CSI on this one, Stella. You're a victim.
-
(Stella is found passed out on her apartment floor)
Mac: Stella. Stella. Stella!
Stella: (wakes up)... Where's Frankie?
-
Security guard: No passes, no access.
Lindsay: (holds up police badge) Will this do?
Security guard: Hey, sorry. (Lets Lindsay and Mac pass)
-
Mac: (holds up a scratched up CD) Somebody doesn't like Harry Belafonte.
-
Danny: Hair from a kinka poodle, what is it?