CSI: NY

Ethan Fallon: Detective, I could lose my job. That could ruin my marriage. Hawkes: That's what we call motive, Mr. Fallon.

(Adam uses gadgets to straighten crumpled video tape as Danny watches) Danny: Adam when you're done with that, I've got a pair of slacks that need to be ironed. Adam: I have no response to that.

Sid: I did find trace amounts of blood sheltered between the real and fake fingernails, sent it to DNA. And I still have to take a closer look at the cross sections of the lung. (Hawkes glances over at Sid) Admit it, you're jealous. Hawkes: Yeah, a little bit.

(Don begins breaking cigars). Robert: Do you have any idea how much that costs? Flack: Now, nothing.

Flack: Evening! Woman: Are you serious? Do you know what time it is? Flack: I'm sorry to disturbe you ma'am, but I was wondering.... Woman: I asked you a question. Flack: Do I know what time it is? Yes ma'am. It's 3am. Woman: You people are crazy. I ought to sue for harassment. (Woman slams the door closed). Flack: You have a good night now.

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?

(Lindsay looks for evidence in a dumpster) Lindsay: This new girl stuff has got to stop. Mac: Better than sifting through tiger dung. Lindsay: Funny.

Mac: (seeing a bloody hole in the wall) Looks like you guys cracked open more than your piggy bank.

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. anny: Her coat is damp, I got caught in the rain last night. 20 minute torrential downpour: 8:45. Only the make up on the right side of her face is streaked which means she was lying dead here when the rain began. Hawkes: Show off.

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 911? Male Tenant: No, why?

Hawkes: Our weather girl was killed by the weather. Danny: Am I supposed to know what that means?

(A tape with previously a documentary on walruses has been repaired with footage of the victim being intimate with an unknown partner.) Lindsay: Footage from your 30th birthday party, Messer? Danny: Walrus documentary actually... Hawkes: It's Tara Stansfield, our victim from the park. Lindsay: Who is the other walrus?

Lindsay: Ah, now, see? That's a shame. Mac: What's a shame? Lindsay: Somebody went and threw away a perfectly good shotgun.