CSI: NY Season 2 Episode 5

Stella: She also plays the lottery.
Flack: All it takes is a dollar and a dream. I'm a dreamer too.
Stella: I see.

Flack: What'd you find in Kia's locker?
Stella: We got hot packs for before rehearsal, cold packs for after rehearsal, ibuprofen for inflammation.
Flack: I guess you gotta dance through the pain.

Officer Murphy: Hey Dorothy, are we gonna process or what. Commuters are piling up.
Lindsay: First off Officer Murphy, I'm from Montana, not Kansas. Second, this is my crime scene and I'm extremely thorough. Tram opens when I'm done.

Lindsay: Did you know this is the nation's only functioning commuter tram?
Officer Murphy: No, and that knowledge doesn't affect me one way or the other.
Lindsay: Really? I find it kind of interesting.

Hawkes: Voids in the ice. We're missing fish. Murder weapon's been sold.
Danny: Well we need to find it before it becomes dinner.

Richard Daly: Swordfish is kind of why people come here. PR like this can kill a restaurant.
Danny: Wow. (chuckling) People never seize to amaze me.

(Wheeling the swordfish inside the lab)
Danny: My hat's off for Fred. I couldn't work around this smell all day long.
Hawkes: But the decomp of a dead body you're okay with.
Danny: It's a fish thing.
Hawkes: I'm sure if the paycheck was right you'll be okay with it.
Danny: That figure what Fred's pulling is a world apart.
Hawkes: So says his wife and I'm sure you caught the uniform on his son. In New York City that means private school, expensive.
Danny: He wanted the best for his kid. Nothing wrong with that investment.

Hawkes: Should I even ask how it's coming?
Danny: You can now. Because it appears that wool's used for everything - towels, gloves, clothes, hats, and very frequently carpets.
Hawkes: I'm sensing you found a connection.
Danny: Yeah after twelve manuals and sixteen phone calls to auto manufacturers, I concluded that our mystery gray fiber isn't even gray. It's a dove. Okay, that is the new interior color option on the 2006 Jaguar XKR. Only been available a few months.

(About Lindsay)
Stella: New girl's good. She stands her ground.
Mac: She'll fit in well.

Danny: (about expensive preschools) What have they got at these schools? Yellow fingerpaint made with gold?

Razor: I don't believe this. I've got a theater full of mediocrity and now the cops are on my ass.
Stella: Why don't you lose the attitude?

Flack: (to Shayna) I've heard your sob story. Now I wanna hear what the knife in your locker has to say.

Danny: Dyes are different, leaving me with a lone, gray fiber of unknown origin... Pulled from the gill of a swordfish, no less... Fiber that may or may not have anything to do with Fred Bayliss' murder. Yet, it's my only lead. So why don't you give me some good news, please?
Tech: Sorry. The sand collected off Fred Bayliss, I don't know where it came from. All I know is it didn't come from a beach in New York.
Danny: Fantastic. Mystery sand, mystery fiber, no suspects.

Lindsay: (to Vivian Claven) Did you know bruises age in a specific pattern? First they're red, color of the blood under the skin. After a day or two, they turn a blueish-purple, that fades to green, and as they heal they turn a yellowish-brown. Yours is just black. Too black. (Hands over tissue paper) Wipe it off!

Flack: Kia was a winner!
Stella: And her lucky numbers add up to 17 million dollars.
Mac: And 17 million motives.

(At the beginning of the episode)
Man in the car: Did you see that? They're gonna kill someone!
Woman in the car: Fine, just don't let it be us, I'd like to get home in one piece.

(Lindsay enters Mac's office with a tray of something omitting a strong smell)
Lindsay: Who wants to play?
Mac: Hydrogen sulfide?
Lindsay: I borrowed that from the trace lab. Stuff stinks. That rotten egg smell. It's absolutely awful.
Mac: Yes, I'm aware of that. Why is it in my office?

Mac: I don't believe that for a second.
Razor: Of course not. You're a cop.
Stella: No. It's because people lie.

Hawkes: Death by swordfish. Man, I love being in the field.

Shayna: I've got rights, ok, so you can't go through my locker.
Flack: Not yet. But in 20 minutes when the warrant gets here, your world opens up.

Danny: This guy's foul. Smells worse than dead.
Hawkes: Fish.

Hawkes: You know I've never been fishing, never even thought about trying. Seems kinda boring...
Danny: Until you hook something. I went fishing with my old man once on a pier near Battery Park. I caught the sweetest striped bass, must have weighed close to 30 pounds.
Hawkes: Did you eat it?
Danny: Threw it back! Would you eat anything that came out of the Hudson?
Hawkes: Good point!

Lab Tech: You two can't answer your cellphones?
Danny: Umm much too impersonal. We prefer the face to face interaction.
Hawkes: Which is why we were on our way to see you right now.