Numb3rs

Colby: Ok, hand, please? Nikki: (takes out phone and takes a picture) Something to remember when that next funny remark comes in your head.

(Charlie asks if Alan would like to join CalSci's Thinktank group) Alan: You know, I still remember the time when you asked me for, um, an estimate on the remainder term for a Taylor expansion of the hyperbolic cosine. Amita: That's a very specific memory, Alan. Alan: One never forgets the moments when one realizes he has nothing left to teach his seven year-old son about math. Chalie: Yeah, but... Look at everything else you've taught me about since then. Alan: I think you've just given me another very specific memory.

(Colby and David finish interviewing a suspect in his home) Colby: So how many things about that conversation didn't you like? David: Well, aside from cooperating before we even got in the door, confessing sideways to two felonies, and pointing us in the direction of another guy? Colby: Yeah, aside from that. David: A six-figure, a safe-cracker, he risks his dumb luck release...for pocket money. Colby: I'm still kinda stuck on that comment about my shoes.

(David and Colby show up at suspect's house) Colby: (knocks on door) Tim Pynchon? Tim: FBI? (David and Colby look at each other) Tim: Yeah, it's the shoes.

(Charlie is in the FBI office with an answer about how long it took the fugitives to make their escape rope out of dental floss) Charlie: 8 to 9 months. Liz: That's it? No bells, no whistles? Charlie: Oh, no, I mean I tracked the rates of floss being stolen from the infirmary, allowed for a parallel escape plans, blah blah blah, but ask me what's really interesting about this rope. David: Charlie, what's really interesting about this rope? Charlie: Boy, I'm glad you asked.

(Charlie, Larry, and Amita describe how they can estimate how long it took prison fugitives to make a rope of dental floss) Liz: So some... Floss math tells us when they get started so it might say something about... (Charlie, Amita, and Larry are all looking at each other) Liz: ...where they're going...what? Charlie: Floss math.

David: 127 rolls of floss... Which is a restricted item in prisons for this exact reason. Liz: Yeah, well, this and the fact that it's a great way to slice trhough someone's jugular vein.