CSI: NY

Danny: Ruben. No! No! Hawkes: Danny, you know this kid? Sid: Hey, hey. Come on, get him outta here! No, don't touch the body, man.

Flack: If you guys can lift some prints, hopefully I can run down the rest of the story.

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.

Adam: (To Hawkes) Veterinarians send the pets to tattoo artists, places that you and I go. I mean, well, I would go... I mean, uh... uh, anyways...

Mac: 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.

Ruben: The line's gonna be long, so we have to hurry. Mom, we're leaving now. Rikki: He's been up since 5:30. Danny: Yeah. I went to bed at 5:30.

Stella: I bought sea monkeys.

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 is giving a precis of the autopsy to Lindsay and Stella while continually scratching at his arms and shoulders) Sid: 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. (holds up an evidence bag 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: 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?

Rikki: Just tell me that he's ok! Danny: I can't tell you that he's ok.

Lindsay: (After finding out about Ruben) I'm not very good at this kind of thing. What should I say to him? Mac: Just tell him that you're not very good at this kind of thing.

Lindsay: Aren't fireworks illegal in the state of New York? Flack: Yeah, and so is murder.

Flack: (After someone set the fireworks off in a building, and arresting the guy) Stop, drop, and roll you son of a bitch.