Numb3rs

Larry: I wouldn't so readliy discount the thousand psychopaths theory. I mean, what kind of mindless cretins [cre-tins]... Don: Cretins? Larry: (continuing)...would blind themselves to the gifts of science? How else would a Creator reveal Himself but through His creation? And to deny the mind of that creation is to deny the mind of God! Don: (to Charlie) Isn't it cretins [cree-tins]?

David: I hate to break this up, but I was about to pass out from the marker fumes. Amita: Ah yes, that would be the lemon. I told you it was too much. Charlie: I like it. David: It smells like a urinal cake.

Charlie: Oh boy, that's the fourth security camera we passed since they buzzed us through the gate. Larry: Extremist in Orwellian paranoia as well as stunted religious beliefs.

Larry: You, with your job, so many horrific things that you hear people say or do, I mean, how do you shrug that off? Don: Alcohol? (later in the conversation) Larry: Pascal's wager: One lives as if God exists. If He does, your gain is infinite; if He doesn't, you've lost nothing. Don: Think Vegas gives odds on that? Larry: You don't feel any emptiness is this? Don: Hence the alcohol.

M.E. Ridenhour: We all have normal levels of heavy metal like arsenic or mercury in our bodies. Hair shows abnormal dosages. David: Even a year later? M.E. Ridenhour: They dug up Napoleon and it worked on him, so yeah, I think we still got a window here.

Charlie: We're neutral, you know. Just scientists. Doran: You're brick layers; paving the path to hell with good intentions.