CSI: NY

Stella: 'Art is the sex of imagination.' (Mac gives her a look) It's a George Jean Nathan quote. Frankie likes to say it.

(Questioning Sienna who says she didn't kill) Flack: Sorry. Can't take your word for it. Stella: But we will listen to your fingerprints.

(Lindsay identifies the victim as a music promoter) Lindsay: It's not as glamorous as I would have imagined. Where's the limo and the girls with the tight shirts? Danny: Yeah, trust me, it's not like that at all. Lindsay: You know more about this than your average CSI? Danny: Yeah I played for a while, enough to get a taste of the world, and that was enough for me.

(After Hawkes says anyone at the party is a suspect. Mac and Hawkes look at Stella) Stella: Well my prints aren't going to match. Promise.

(Danny walks into a jazz club where Lindsay is already there waiting for him) Danny: Sorry I'm late. Lindsay: It's okay. I ordered you a beer. Danny: Thanks. So, what's up? Lindsay: It's just something I thought you might be interested in. Danny: Jazz music? That's me. (Danny sees Mac on stage with a bass guitar as Mac makes a comment about a member of the band) Danny: Get outta here. Are you kidding me? How'd you know he played? Lindsay: Figured it out. I could tell by the way he held the bass in the lab that he knew guitars, and I knew he had a standing appointment on Wednesdays. Could have been a shrink, or yoga, but I took the music option. Danny: I'm impressed. Lindsay: Maybe you didn't know him as well as you thought.

Flack: Carlo's all about the details, isn't he? Stella: Flack! Flack: Commenting, not condoning. Stella: Uh-huh.

(After Lindsay hits bull's eye with her first arrow ever) Lindsay: (puts out hand) Can I have another? Mac: You've proven the point. Lindsay: (takes another arrow) I know.

(Lindsay watches Mac shoot an arrow at the range) Lindsay: Another weapon you're an expert with. I don't know whether to be impressed or worried.

Stella: Pubic hairs are not like fossils, they don't hang around forever.

(Stella just handed Flack a report of Mirabella's pubic combing) Flack: Two foreign pubic hair samples. Now there's a party!

Flack: (walking up to Stella and randomly saying) I've slept with a lot of women. Some wild, some crazy, some both. Stella: (looks at him) 'Scuse me? Flack: Carlo's words. Not mine. Stella: Ah. Flack: Shoulda swung by the hospital to meet this guy. He's a piece of work. He calls himself the new American playboy. Lives, drinks, and breathes women. Again his words. With that in mind, as far as jealous exes go, lot of 'em. Stella: Looks like Carlo's emerged as our primary target. Flack: Five minutes into the interview, I wanted to kill him.

James Golden: Nobody was there for my art. Stella: I was.

Danny: (to Lindsay) Wanna go see Rough Sects?

Mac: Our killer's a hunter...and his prey is human.

Mac: You guys on that music promoter? Danny: Like glue. Mac: (laughs as he walks away) Lindsay: He doesn't think that's funny. He's humoring you. Danny: You don't know him like I do.