Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: You just told the man his partner was murdered, and he didn't even ask what happened.
Detective Mac Taylor: Overwhelmed by the news, I guess. Or, maybe he already knows

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: You know I've never been fishing, never even thought about trying. Seems kind of boring.
Detective Danny Messer: Until you hook something. I went fishing with my old man once on a pier near Battery Park. I caught the sweetest striped bass, must have weighed close to thirty pounds.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Did you eat it?
Detective Danny Messer: Threw it back! Would you eat anything that came out of the Hudson?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Good point.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: You never went home last night, huh?
Detective Mac Taylor: Looks like you didn't, either.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Hey, I've got two miles of bandages to go through. What's your excuse?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [hands Stella a spleen from a victim] Oh, I've got something else.
Detective Stella Bonasera: Don't make me hold something again!
[examining the woman who was hit by a car]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [to Sid as he heats up an organ] You workin' up an apetite?
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Hmm? No. You know there's a strict no eat policy in the lab.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Never stopped me from sneakin' in the occasional bag of popcorn.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [upon see in the indoor plants] Are you serious? This is peyote!
Detective Danny Messer: Marijuana seeds, shrooms.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Looks like someone was growing their own magic garden.
Detective Danny Messer: Right under the faculty's nose, man.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Sometimes too much education may be a dangerous thing.

Dr. Sid Hammerback: [Sid and Peyton are flipping a coin to see who gets to do the autopsy on Pauline Rayburn. Peyton wins] It's heads. She's yours. Can--can I at least watch? This is one of the most well-preserved mummies I've seen in my many years as a pathologist. The environmental conditions of temperature and humidity and ventalation must have been just, you know, optimum. You can only compare it to the best sex you've ever had, reaching climax at precisely that--that...
Dr. Peyton Driscoll: [Interrupting] All right, Sid, you can help. But I get to print her.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Fair enough.

Dr. Sid Hammerback: He was dead before he was killed. Happy Halloween.

Dr. Sid Hammerback: Mac, been meaning to ask. I'd like you to consider coming to our house for Thanksgiving this year. My daughter's coming in, cousins from Philly. We do a really nice job. I use a Collins scalpel to carve the bird, it gets the meat paper-thin.
Detective Mac Taylor: I appreciate the offer, Sid.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Now you can't spend the holidays alone again. I'll drag you if I have to.
Detective Mac Taylor: You're gonna have to add some meat to that skinny frame of yours if you're gonna be making threats, and I was about to say I do have plans this year, thank you.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: [pause] Oh. I'm intrigued.

Dr. Sid Hammerback: There were these two vivacious young ladies - course I was much younger than I am now...
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Sid, I gotta go. I gotta go
[after the victim's widow sees his dead body]

Dr. Sid Hammerback: [Pulling something out from inside the victim's neck] A prize in every box.

Dr. Sid Hammerback: [to Hawkes] You ever have a threesome? It's not as glorious as you might imagine. It's complicated in dealing with different personalities and hey, sometimes you're just not in the mood, if you know what I mean. It's hard enough explaining that to one woman, let alone two.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [interrupting] Sid.
Dr. Sid Hammerback: [continuing] And then there's...
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Sid.
[motions the body]

Dr. Sid Hammerback: I'll just say it straight: I think our vic may have been killed by... a vampire.

Dunbrook: I would like Taylor removed from the case.
Sinclair: Mr. Dunbrook, I guarantee you there's no vendetta here.
Dunbrook: Well, he's digging into my bank accounts, my personal investments. I mean, hell. I mean he's treating me like I'm a suspect.
Sinclair: If that were the case, we'd all be having this conversation downstairs in interrogation.

Dunbrook: People believe what they read, Taylor. And after I'm done with you, you know what they're gonna know about you? They're gonna know what you really are. A lab rat with a little chip on his shoulder. Trust me, you are not equipped to win this war.
Mac: The Mayor can't save your son. Neither can your money. At least you got what you wanted. Tomorrow's headline.