CSI: NY

Danny: And they say models are all body and no brains. This is a perfect example of how wrong they are.

Mac: Withholding information! You've been chatting with Stella.

Mac: Did you know that Hawkes is a walking encyclopedia of tid-bit information? Stella: That's good. You can go to him instead of Google. So you started torturing him yet? Mac: It's testing, Stella. Just testing. All the rookies get the same treatment. Stella: So where is he? Mac: Right now, he's performing a little mosquito-topsy.

Stella: Hello Hawkes, how's it going? Hawkes: Job's great. Mac is...(dropping his voice) I feel like he's always looking over my shoulder. Stella: He is. Just don't look back. And know the answers to his questions before he asks them, which means you're also gonna have to know his questions. Hawkes: In about a week and a half, what you just said is going to make sense to me, right? Stella: You know, if you keep playing defense, you're never gonna get the ball.

Stella: (looking at a large diamond taken from the trachea of a corpse) Diamond in the rough.

(Stella is examining a diamond) Aiden: I've been processing dirt all day, and you've been shopping at Tiffany's.

Hawkes: You just told the man his partner was murdered, and he didn't even ask what happened. Mac: Overwhelmed by the news, I guess. Or maybe he already knows the answer.

Danny: (out of breath from running) You know what? Do me a favor, shut up. I'm too tired to listen to someone play stupid. Shut up.

(Danny and Aiden are on the scene of a man dead in a bra) Danny: What a way for a guy to go, huh? Dressed up in a fancy bra? What's that called, eh, when a guy, uh, is more comfortable wearing women's undergarments? It's like a syndrome or something. Aiden: Danny. Do you mind? Can we just process the scene please? Danny: Alright. Snapper. I'm just trying to have a little educated conversation, alright? Aiden: I've got traces of mud here and it's not from this guy's shoe. Stella: Hey guys, what d'ya got? Danny: A dead guy in a rhinestone bra. Stella: Stunning. Danny: In a 36 B. Just a guess. (both girls laugh)

(about mosquitoes) Mac: Only the female of the species bite. Stella: Good for her!

Danny: It's hot a little bit, eh? Stella: What the hell are you wearing that jacket for? Danny: Ah, my mother still dresses me.

(Hawkes explains something about brains out of the head being fried) Stella: Guess this'll be a no-brainer for you. Hawkes: She did not just say that. Flack and Mac: She did.