Numb3rs

Calvin: Don't start the psych crap. I've been in anger-management for three years. I know when someone's pushing my buttons. Megan: You got a lot of buttons, huh? That therapy was court-mandated as a condition of your parole. Calvin: Yes and, believe me, I am now the poster boy for anger-management. David: (outside the interrogation room, to Don) That must be one ugly poster.

Larry: Hey, you know what Rényi said? He said that a mathematician is just a machine that turns caffeine into theorems.

Amita: What's wrong Larry? Is there anything you want to talk about? Larry: No, I find that any discussion of my inner feelings could be catastrophic. It's like a star that finally burn up all of it's fuel and then collapses in on top of itself. Amita: I was just trying to be supportive here Larry, not destroy a solar system.

Amita: Hey, I don't want to be shot or struck by a brick while driving anymore than the next person. Larry: Oh, I guess there's nothing to be done about meteors. Well just yet. Charlie: No Larry. Even the FBI can't stop meteors. Larry:Oh, not yet. But some day.

Charlie: Our brains misperceive evenness as random, and wrongly assume that groupings are deliberate. Because of this people make all sorts of irrational decisions. Like, they won't work in a high rise building, or they're afraid to live in an earthquake prone area. And yet mathematical assessment tells us that you are far more likely to suffocate in bed than you are to you are to die in a terrorist attack. You are ten times more likely to die from alcohol than from being in an earthquake. And it is three times more likely that you will be killed while driving to buy a lottery ticket than it is that you will win the lottery.

Charlie: (after finding the pillows on Larry's office couch) Still sleeping in your office? Larry: Sleeping, living - cuts down on the morning commute.

Amita: Larry, even for you that was profound. Larry: I guess you caught me when the caffeine was kicking in.

Larry: (To Amita) CalSci made an offer you couldn't refuse?

Charlie: You know who else doesn't like to talk about his love life? Don: Your boy Larry. Charlie: What do you know? Don: I know Megan thinks he's beautiful. Charlie: (mouths) Beautiful?