CSI: NY Season 7 Episode 14

Flack: Welcome to the Y & Dot Lounge. Grand opening was last week.
Mac: Three dead bodies isn't the kind of buzz you want.

Flack: So far, all we have are loose descriptions. African-American male, medium height, medium build.
Mac: Add one more detail to that... cold-blooded professional killer.

Flack: Waiter I was just talking to remembers a woman at the bar. Shooter held the gun to her head. She could be another victim.
Mac: Then we don't have much time. We got to find her. Put this professional killer out of work.

Jo: Sounds like the punch line to a bad joke. Professional killer, ex-con walk into a bar...
Flack: Guess who walks out?

Jo: When we first arrived, this pizza oven was set at 700 degrees but it sure didn't smell like pepperoni.
Flack: Well, I've never seen anybody order a gun on their pizza.

Flack: Our mystery woman saw his face. Why not shoot her, too?
Mac: Our killer must have a reason for keeping her alive. Whatever it is... he's not finished yet.

Sid: Julian Grace's demise was timely, if bittersweet. His liver shows damage from hepatocarcinoma, an aggressive form of cancer that, for him, was far beyond any stage of successful treatment. He most likely would have succumbed to the disease within a few months.
Jo: Sad.

Jo: Why would you target both a sinner and a saint?

Contract killer: Smart decision. You chose to cooperate.
Camille Jordanson: I wasn't cooperating with you, I just... didn't want to see him get killed.
Contract killer: Why would I kill him? There's no money in that.

Flack: You've spent more of your life in jail then you have out of it. Some guys can't cope.
Danny: We've seen your body of work: assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder. And that was all before you got out of prison.
William Dowd: You do what you gotta do to survive.
Flack: Well, murdering three people ought to be enough to send you back to your comfort zone. That's prison for life.

Jo: I may have found the name and address of our mystery woman. Turns out, ten minutes before the shootout at the Y & Dot Lounge, someone used their credit card to order a martini at the bar (Shows Hawkes a picture)
Hawkes: Camille Jordanson?
Jo: You know her?
Hawkes: I grew up with her.

(About Camille Jordanson)
Jo: She an old flame of yours?
Hawkes: No, we were just friends. I never got up the nerve to make a move.

Flack: Camille Jordanson wasn't just stealing meds. She was actually giving patients fake meds in return. Pun intended... that's pretty sick.

Lindsay: I took a closer look at the pills from Camille's apartment. Turns out they were all diluted with magnesium stearate.
Mac: (Laughs) Same ingredient as the ring around your tub after a bath.

Jo: You have your research cut out for you, Adam. What does a decorative pin have to do with galvanized steel?
Adam: You're more than welcome to join me.
Jo: Sorry. I wish I could.

Jo: Both Parker and Grace had low levels of uranium in their bloodstreams.
Adam: Mushroom cloud? Atomic bomb uranium?
Jo: Boom.
Adam: Well, h... how does someone get radioactive blood?
Jo: Can't wait to find out. Let me know.

Hawkes: If it's okay, I'd like to be a part of this. If Camille's guilty, I'll be the first to admit that I'm wrong. But for now, we still have to find her. And if this woman knows where she is, I'd like to be the one that talks to her.
Mac: All right.

Contract killer: Your friend Janice Scott... is dead.

Camille Jordanson: Why are you telling me this?

Contract killer: Because she was already dead when I arrived.

Camille Jordanson: Well, don't you get paid whether you kill them or not?

Jo: Most doctors I know don't give referrals to professional killers.

Theola Kumi: (To the Contract killer) I want Camille taken care of. I sense hesitation. You're not getting sweet on her, are you?

Hawkes: She wasn't stealing drugs, Mac, she was stealing proof.

Mac: Where is Camille Jordanson?
Theola Kumi: If she's all you have on me, this is gonna be a short conversation.

Mac: (To Theola Kumi) You were selling fake meds to sick people to make money. You put greed ahead of people who thought they were your patients. Too many of those people lost the race before it even began. You're gonna do time for what happened to them.

(Watching Hawkes and Camille)
Jo: Wonder what he's saying to her.
Mac: That's none of our concern.
Jo: Oh, come on, Mac. You're a detective. You mean to tell me you never people-watch?