CSI: NY quotes
0 total quotesFlack: (at Danny's apartment, to the Super) All right, open it up.
Super: Don't I need a warrant or something?
Flack: Yeah, but you also need a fire extinguisher on every floor.
Super: Now that you put it that way.(unlocks the door)
Super: Don't I need a warrant or something?
Flack: Yeah, but you also need a fire extinguisher on every floor.
Super: Now that you put it that way.(unlocks the door)
Flack: (At the crime scene of a burnt body) Hope you skipped breakfast.
Mac: That bad?
Flack: Worse. Our vic is Ryan Richards, 25 years old.
Mac: How do we know?
Flack: That's his melted driver's license right there.
Mac: That bad?
Flack: Worse. Our vic is Ryan Richards, 25 years old.
Mac: How do we know?
Flack: That's his melted driver's license right there.
Flack: (concerning the beheaded victim found hanging from the ceiling fan) Britney and Kevin came to do the nasty, instead they found the nasty. Decapitated, no sign of the head.
Flack: (looking around the store) This is certainly a step up from the place my Uncle Teddie used to pawn his cufflinks when he needed a drink.
Danny: (lauhgs a bit) Yeah. Bars and pawnshops recession-proof.
Flack: Guess so.
Danny: (lauhgs a bit) Yeah. Bars and pawnshops recession-proof.
Flack: Guess so.
Flack: (outside the bail-bonds buidling) Nice place to play hooky. Personally, I would a gone with the batting cages.
Danny: It's closed for maintenance.
Flack: Ollie Barnes is not worth screwing up your career, Danny.
Danny: I give a crap about that cockroach.
Flack: Oh, yeah? Then why am I here?
Danny: It's closed for maintenance.
Flack: Ollie Barnes is not worth screwing up your career, Danny.
Danny: I give a crap about that cockroach.
Flack: Oh, yeah? Then why am I here?
Flack: (skeptical) Nick, I've had guys in here blame their criminal behavior on wives, bosses, even the devil. But I gotta tell ya, this is a new one. You're telling me you were driven to this by a shiny red light?
Flack: (sneezes as he and Danny enters a club) Either I'm allergic to half naked women, or there's a cat in here.
Detective Danny Messer: [pointing out a different scantily clad lady walking through the club with a leopard on a leash] There's a cat in here.
Detective Danny Messer: [pointing out a different scantily clad lady walking through the club with a leopard on a leash] There's a cat in here.
Flack: (To Lindsay) I believe... your exact words were: 'one more stop, then we get a bite to eat.'
Lindsay: Yes, and this office is the last stop.
Flack: No! no, no, no! You said it on the walk up to the last place. That's one more. This is two.
Lindsay: You are like Danny. You do not listen to what I actually say.
Flack: Oh, I listen. I think the problem is you're not saying what you think you're saying. He says that too, doesn't he?
Lindsay: Yeah. Word for word.
Flack: (Cuckles) Men and women.
Lindsay: Yes, and this office is the last stop.
Flack: No! no, no, no! You said it on the walk up to the last place. That's one more. This is two.
Lindsay: You are like Danny. You do not listen to what I actually say.
Flack: Oh, I listen. I think the problem is you're not saying what you think you're saying. He says that too, doesn't he?
Lindsay: Yeah. Word for word.
Flack: (Cuckles) Men and women.
Flack: (To Scott Perdito after falling down a fire escape when accused of pushing Greg Barbera down some stairs) Karma's a bitch.
Flack: (Walking through a filthy alley) Friend of mine jogs in her bare feet. She keeps asking me to join her. I don't think so.
Flack: [entering the lab, listing off] I've slept with a lot of women. Some wild, some crazy, some both.
Stella: [confused] 'Scuse me?
Flack: Carlo's words. Not mine.
Stella: [understanding] Ah.
Flack: 'Shoulda swung by the hospital to meet this guy. He's a piece of work. He calls himself the new American playboy. Lives, drinks, and breathes women. Again his words. With that in mind, as far as jealous exes go, lot of 'em.
Stella: Looks like Carlo's emerged as our primary target.
Flack: Five minutes into the interview, I wanted to kill him.
Stella: [confused] 'Scuse me?
Flack: Carlo's words. Not mine.
Stella: [understanding] Ah.
Flack: 'Shoulda swung by the hospital to meet this guy. He's a piece of work. He calls himself the new American playboy. Lives, drinks, and breathes women. Again his words. With that in mind, as far as jealous exes go, lot of 'em.
Stella: Looks like Carlo's emerged as our primary target.
Flack: Five minutes into the interview, I wanted to kill him.
Flack: [to Shayna] I've heard your sob-story. Now, I'm waiting to see what the knife in your locker has to say.
Flack: [to Willey Chancey] Your last call was 18 minutes long. What? Was she giving you phone sex?
Chancey: Yeah. You want the number?
Chancey: Yeah. You want the number?
Flack: A little out of your jurisdiction, aren't ya?
Mac: When you called me, I thought you were in New York.
Flack: Sneaky like that. Plus it made it easier to find you.
Mac: Sinclair?
Flack: Yeah. He doesn't like to be embarrassed, Mac. So I got the rundown from Detective Brennan. Don't you wanna tell me what this is really about?
Mac: Wanna take a ride?
Flack: Long as it's not on the subway.
Mac: When you called me, I thought you were in New York.
Flack: Sneaky like that. Plus it made it easier to find you.
Mac: Sinclair?
Flack: Yeah. He doesn't like to be embarrassed, Mac. So I got the rundown from Detective Brennan. Don't you wanna tell me what this is really about?
Mac: Wanna take a ride?
Flack: Long as it's not on the subway.
Flack: Both the super and the downstairs neighbor say they haven't seen her in over a week.
Danny: Yeah, well that don't mean anything. I've lived in my apartment over three years now. My neighbors don't recognize me.
Flack: Better hope you don't go missing, pal.
Danny: Yeah, well that don't mean anything. I've lived in my apartment over three years now. My neighbors don't recognize me.
Flack: Better hope you don't go missing, pal.