CSI: NY

Mac: Depending on the dose, the effects could last anywhere between six and twelve hours. Stella: He has moments of lucidity, but he could go in and out of hallucinations during that time. Let's see. He's a Physics major at Chelsea university and a member of the Manhattan Physics Club. Kid's no dummy. Mac: Strange. A kid like this, no record, clean as a whistle.

Mac: James is a science buff, huh? Sara Carr: Yeah. Mac: I can relate. Sara Carr: I was gonna throw a party for him. He made me promise not to. Mark and Daniel said they weren't taking no for an answer. James... he isn't a party guy. He... he's kind of a wallflower, you know? He just sits back and watches everyone else have fun. I don't care, though. I... I love that he's not one of those fraternity-type guys, you know?

Hawkes: They go to school with our suspect? Danny: Nah, I don't think they seem like the school type. The only detention they've seen is probably Manhattan's House of Detention.

Hawkes: I've heard of people having a bad trip, but something set this kid off.

Stella: This is James' shirt. Unis found it on the stairwell at the hotel. Danny: Nice. Hawkes: You see? No corresponding castoff patterns across here. Danny: Yeah, so he didn't create the void. It would confirm that James was holding the axe. Stella: Yeah, but I don't see any medium velocity blood spatter, not on his shirt or his jeans. And these are close contact axe wounds. If James were the killer, there would be some blood spatter evidence on him. Hawkes: So he didn't create the void and he wasn't swinging that axe, what the hell was he doing when his friends were being massacred?

Stella: James said he remembered swimming with the seahorses and the starfish. Danny: And he had traces of shampoo on his jeans. Stella: James isn't our killer. He was tripping in the bathroom.

James Roberts: What's happening to me? Mac: You took LSD. James Roberts: No. No. No. No. I... Mac: Listen to me, James. You're experiencing hallucinations, heightened anxiety, intense paranoia. James Roberts: I wouldn't have done that. I... I... I... Mac: Your friends took it, too. It was your 21st birthday. You were probably doing a lot of things you hadn't done before.

Mac: James, I know you're scared. But we're going to get through this. The two of us, okay? You and me. You don't have to answer anything you don't want to. We'll just take it slow. Try to figure this out together.

Flack: The hotel manager said that the girls did not check in with them. Hawkes: So the guys either met them at some point that night and they all went back to the hotel to continue the party. Danny: Right, or they were the party. Hired to, erm, blow out the birthday boy's candle. (Flack and Hawkes smile)

(About the bingo game at the assisted living facility). Flack: How much did he win? Mary Riesling: $25,000. Danny: What...? 25 grand? Mary Riesling: This ain't your grandmother's bingo game. We play high stakes. Spices things up.

Henry Wainright: Is that all, gentlemen? 'Cause I can think of better things to do than sit here all day with you two. Mary Riesling: I beg to differ (Addresses a charming grin to Flack and Danny who smile bemused in return).

Flack: Why'd you do it? Calvin Moore: Why do you think? Danny: For the money. Calvin Moore: You bet your ass money. Danny: How much money you get? Calvin Moore: A grand. Flack: A grand? You did this for a grand? Calvin Moore: Yeah. It was the easiest money I ever made. (Flack and Danny exchange a puzzled look) Flack: What are you talking about? Calvin Moore: What are you talking about? Danny: We're talking about a quadruple homicide that apparently you committed last night. Calvin Moore: That I committed? Danny: Yeah. That's what it sounds like.

Mac: You and I probably have a lot in common. Never had a desire to be the life of the party, unable to just let go. I think your buddies just wanted you to loosen up, take a moment to let the world happen to you. James Roberts: It definitely happened to me. Why can't I remember? Mac: Just relax. It'll come in time.

Mac: 'I can't believe god plays dice with the universe.' That phrase comes to mind often in my field. There have been times in my life where I wish everything was as predictable as you say.

Bartender: (Pulling a country accent) Wait... let me guess. Cosmo or... an Appletini. Flack: Let me guess. Long Island, maybe Dix Hills. Bartender: (Without the country accent) My manager makes us talk like that.

Gerald Gordon: Strangest thing. Came out of nowhere. Stella: The lamppost? The lamppost came out of nowhere? Gerald Gordon: Right. Danny: They have a tendency to do that when you're driving up on the sidewalk.

Danny: I'm losing my patience here, Gerald. Tell us what you know or I'm gonna lock you up for reckless driving. Gerald Gordon: You… you can't do that. Stella: Watch us. Gerald Gordon: No, no, I mean, you can't because, erm… I wasn't the one driving. They gave me a hundred bucks to drive the cab and... another $1,500 for the damage. Stella: $1,600 to flush your medallion down the toilet?

(Flack knocks on door. Four locks are unlocked before the door gets open) Flack: Uh, all right, I'll start. Me and my partner here are recruiting on behalf of the NYPD. Looking for a couple of good guys to do some undercover work. You know, inconspicuous types who blend in. We think you got what it takes. You interested?

Danny: That looks like a gunshot wound. You all right there, chief? Rufus Knox: It ain't nothin'. Mama said there'd be days like this.

Danny: They left this building last night. We know that Jackie was carrying a gun. Now why would that be? Rufus Knox: (Scoffs) I don't know. Bad parenting, maybe? (Danny laughs) Rufus Knox: She should know better than to play with guns. Flack: Yeah, you're quite the role model.

Danny: His name's Rufus Knox. Drug dealer, twitchy son of a bitch. Stella: What's his connection to the girls? Danny: They worked for him selling drugs in an underground nightclub. Rufus also bailed them out on their last two arrests. Stella: Okay, so the relationship goes south, the girls put a bullet in his face and then take off. Danny: Right when James and his buddies drive by in the cab.

Stella: One of Rufus' girls spotted them going into the hotel with James and their friends. Mac: James' friends were collateral damage. Stella: Yeah. Well, he would've been too if he hadn't been in the bathroom. Rufus wasn't leaving any witnesses. The timing on this thing is unbelievable. Driving up in the cab just as the girls ran out of the apartment. The sequence of events, I mean, what are the odds? Mac: Worlds colliding.

Mac: How you feeling? James Roberts: (Sighs) Guilty. Like... this is all my fault. My best friends are all dead because of me. Mac: That's not true, James. This is life. It throws things at you. Some good, some bad. No one could have predicted what happened, not even if you're Albert Einstein.