CSI: NY

Clay Dobson: I cut off their eyelids, so they had to look at me while they died, ok? Mac: Now you are gonna look at me... when you die.

Peyton: No apparent cause of death and the tox report didn't indicate anything helpful but I knew something was wrong... so, I... (notices that Mac is distracted) ...so I decided to just cut the poor bastard's liver up and make a lovely pate and everybody in the lab just adored it...

Lindsay: (talking to Danny) You look happy.

Danny: Why do we do what we do, huh? Flack: What do you mean? Danny: Why do we wake up in the morning at three o'clock, stand at a crime scene in the freezing cold, living paycheck to paycheck, for what? To protect and serve? Serve who, the public? Sometimes it seems like they hate us, and then here we got the brass ready to throw us to the lions. Flack: (shrugs) We do it cause we're good at it. Maybe we'd be lousy at anything else. I don't know. Maybe we do it for the one or two times somebody actually thanks us for finding their son's murderer.

Hawkes: The gravitational blood drops that Danny found in the bathroom match reference samples you collected from McEnroe. It's his blood. Lindsay: Wait, he was in the bar and at home? Stella: So the question is: how was John McEnroe in two places at one time?

Mac: (Smirk) You know, I think I'm getting the hang of this politics stuff.

Stella: Must have been incredibly satisfying to get Sinclair. Mac: I don't take pleasure in someone else's discomfort (Pause) Yes, it was incredibly satisfying. (Grins)

Mac: Want you to tell him or should I? Sinclair: Tell me what Stan? Mac: Let me tell him, I like this story.

John McEnroe: What, is he crazy?! Look at his nose!

Danny: You shoulda... you shoulda just told us you wanted a snack, we coulda got you a pretzel.

Flack: The ultimate fan. Danny: Sounds like we're looking for the ultimate fanatic.

Danny: (about Mac) It's a no-win. Because if he hadn't caught Dobson, they'd have been all over his ass for that too.

Danny: It's nice, ain't it though? Bein' cooperative? John McEnroe: (shrugs) It ain't bad.

Peyton: Impaled on a condom machine, that's a first. Danny: So much for safe sex.

Flack: The Department can't afford to lose you. Mac: This isn't about the Department, it's about me. They're calling me a murderer. I'm not sticking around to hear that.

(Mac storms out of his disciplinary hearing) Flack: Did you just walk out? Mac: Apparently I'm the kind of person who just does whatever he wants, why disappoint them?