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(Lindsay walks into the lab and finds Sheldon and Adam writing some stuff on the glass board.)
Lindsay: Aw, yuck. Trigonometry.
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Flack: Y'know Mac... the uh, the Department decides to go through with their internal investigation, I'm gonna have to answer questions. All I know is what you told me when I got up to the top.
Mac: Like I told the DA, I did not toss Clay Dobson off that roof. This investigation is nothing but a big, political show.
Flack: Yeah, regardless, the media's soaking the story up, and by the time they're done with it your word may not be good enough, Mac.
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Mac: I was just wondering. When you were making all those arrests, locking up bad guys, were you imagining a day when you'd be so busy kissing the Chief of Detectives' ass you wouldn't remember what it was like to be a cop?
Capt. Gerrard: You son of a bitch. I don't deserve that. You know I'm here because
Mac: You don't have to explain it, Inspector, I get it. You're just a puppet. I'll take my case to the badge that pulls the strings.
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Flack: No ID on the vic. Could be a Michael or Gabriel. They say it's tough to make it in Manhattan; heaven must be brutal.
Mac: Yeah.
Flack: Still checking missing persons... and Nostradamus.
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Stella: (to Victoria Page/Erin Yates) Sometimes you don't choose your own hell. It's chosen for you. And you do what you need to survive.
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Stella: Today, I'm here because you're the only sister I've ever had. Blood sisters, forever and ever.
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Mac: The only crime here was Toby Finch's misguided ambition.
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Danny: But what did you say?
(Flashbacks)
Marilyn: I got rid of every trace of him.
Danny: You weren't kidding.
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Scotty Valens: Ok Stella, you're driving. The way you like it (Chuckles), so lead on.
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Dobson: (to Mac) If I'm going, I'm taking you with me.
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Mac: Good thing you saved me for last, because I'll give you a fight you'll never forget.
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Danny: Stella, look at me. What's haunting you?
Stella: I don't know, Danny. That's the problem.
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Lindsay: What about this website? It's encouraging kids to hurt themselves. That can't be legal.
Mac: Contests aren't against the law. Neither is stupidity or bad judgement.
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Altar Boy #1: Where are you going? We're supposed to be practicing for communion.
Altar Boy #2: Who cares about communion? I know where Father Sinclair keeps the wine!
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(Looking at the "fallen angel")
Mac: If he didn't fall from some sort of parachute or aircraft . . .
Flack: There's always heaven.