CSI: NY

Aiden: Hey, wait. Is there anything else you want to tell me? Danny: What? Aiden: Come on, Danny. Give. Danny: I didn't go yet, all right? Aiden: Well, you know there's a reason why they call it a mandatory psych eval, because it's "mandatory". Danny: What, are you my mother? Aiden: No, I'm not your mother, but a couple of weeks ago, you were in a shooting of your own. Danny: I am very aware of that. Aiden: I'm just saying it's not that bad. You go in, you say the right thing, and that's that. I'm just looking out for you. Danny: Don't worry about it. I can handle it.

Mac: This wasn't just a nickel-and-dime robbery. There's more to it. Flack: How do you mean? Mac: Two guys with no apparent connection, both carrying, end up in a shootout in a coffee shop? Something was going on in there. Stella: Maybe someone else can fill in the blanks.

Flack: Well, I'm never gonna get a better eyewitness account than this. What did you see? Mac: Three shots were fired. The first shot ricocheted off a metal chair, went through a pastry tray, landed in the wall. Second shot hit the waitress. Third shot killed the male vic, entering his thigh. I left my prints on the cell phone when I dialed 911. The killer was sitting alone. Left behind a possible DNA sample.

Mac: I think it can wait till tomorrow. Right now, there's someplace I gotta be. Stella: I'm impressed. Mac: I think it's time. Stella: Let me fix your tie. (She removes his tie) You need to loosen up, Mac. Have a good time.

Steve Collins: (in jail) They're gonna get me out. Just like last time. Mac: Last time they needed you. You're useless now.

Mac: I can't get a straight answer about who's handling Steve Collins. That means it's federal.

Mac: (to Steve Collins) I don't care what kind of information you have to offer. At the end of the day, you're mine.

Flack: So what you're telling me is you need some extensive road testing, say I take each one up to Taconic and back. Aiden: No I need tire impressions from a 180 spin out in order to match the bikes you need to match the tires. Flack: What about just the Harley, maybe I take that for the weekend? Aiden: It's all about the tires Flack, not the bikes. Flack: Speak for yourself.

(We find out Steve Collins was a confidential informant and that's why he was let out) Steve: You can't touch me! Mac: Sure I can. (Mac pokes him hard) Steve Collins: OW!

Mac: Make any headway with the D.A., finding out who's handling our C.I.? Flack: Textbook example of a departmental turf battle - Steve Collins might as well be handled by E.T. as far as I can find out.