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Mac: Except when you're perspiring.
Will: You sweat when you have sex?
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Mac: Slick was dead before he hit the subway tracks.
Stella: So we're looking at an electrocution to cover up an electrocution.
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Ron Leatham: The written word is priceless. It's a work of art. You can't reproduce history.
Danny: No, but you can die trying.
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John James: I didn't kill anyone. "Inhumanity" is authentic, 100 percent.
Danny: Well, it's 100 percent mine now. Sorry.
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Aiden: It smells like chemicals of some kind, with a mixture of excrement.
Hawkes: Down here we call that a James Brown. It's funky.
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Aiden: Anybody see anything?
Flack: When does anybody ever see anything?
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Mac: No evidence of a struggle or anyone else being down here. Why would a kid cross the tracks?
Stella: To get to the other side?
Mac: One way or another.
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Flack: So a crapsicle killed this guy?
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Flack: Two crappers, no connection.
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(Aiden and Flack are talking about the victim)
Aiden: It's all the chemicals found in deodorizers and disinfectants.
Flack: Deodorizers? That guy smelled like ass. What are you thinking?
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Aiden: Dodecylbenzene sulfonic acid, tetrasodium EDTA, benzosothyazolone...
Flack: Whoa, benzosothyzolone?!
Aiden: You know what that is?
Flack: ...No.