Hawkes: ��Put time of death at least 8 hours ago.
Danny: Actually�� [looks at his watch] 10 hours and 13 minutes.
Hawkes: It's impossible to be that exact on ToD.
Danny: You think so, Einstein?
Hawkes: Danny, I'm a certified pathologist. I know so.
Danny: Her coat is damp, I got caught in the rain last night. 20-minute torrential downpour: 8:45. Only the makeup on the right side of her face is streaked which means she was lying dead here when the rain began.
Hawkes: Showoff.

Hawkes: Castro was due to strike First Federation.
Stella: We believe that he was casing the branch, he saw Nicky and Sam robbing the bank, so he followed them into the alley and robbed them.
Hawkes: The gun I found on top of the trash can belonged to those boys, Flack.
Flack: But you have zero forensic evidence to prove that. And please, one of you tell me where those kids got a gun.
Stella: You got to let go of your feelings for this kid, Flack. Sam Harris was lying to you.
Flack: Sam Harris does not have it in his DNA to lie like that.
Stella: Unless he had a very good reason.

Hawkes: Crime of passion?
Mac: That's one possibility. Or... she's the inside guy? They planned this robbery together, but before she got her cut...her partner double-crossed her.

Hawkes: Hey, guys! The stains on the money in Clark's drawer came back as Phenylene diamine, Naptha, Timemethylbenzene and a variety of coloured dyes.
Mac: Consistent with shoe polish.
Stella: You are good!
Mac: Me and Black-49 dye go way back. In the Marines, your shoes had to shine as brightly as your brass.

Hawkes: Honestly, I think what Danny's doing is selfish.
Lindsay: Really? Well, I see it as committed.
Hawkes: Seems to me he has a lot of other things to commit to right now, not to mention it's irresponsible to risk suspension when you are expecting a baby.
Lindsay: Hawkes! You transferred over from the ME's office, which means you are not a sworn NYPD. There was no decision for you to make. You can not say for sure what would you do.
Hawkes: Yes, I can. If I earned a distinction of being a detective, I'd be here whether or not the city can afford to pay me.

Hawkes: How you doing?
Sid: Let's just say I know how a microwaved burrito feels. But I should also say thank you. I owe a great deal of my recovery to you.
Hawkes: Ah, come on, that was nothing. You would have done the same for me.
Sid: As a matter of fact, I would.

Hawkes: I can't believe you just ate that. (about the millipede)
Danny: Like swallowing a worm in a bottle of tequila.

Hawkes: I never heard of a Russian hit man doing a drive-by on a bicycle. I'm betting the poisoning and the shooting are related.

Hawkes: I'm sorry. I didn't tell anyone because I was embarrassed. I'm smart, educated, and I was duped. And it wasn't like John Simmons or even his boss, Martin Stafford. They just trusted in the economy, and it let them down. Me, I got greedy, tried to play with the big boys, and I got stung.
Stella: It wasn't greed, Sheldon. It's called optimism.
(Mac walks over as Stella and Sheldon arrive at the elevators. Mac tosses Sheldon a set of keys.)

Hawkes: Not a very creative body-dump.
Danny: Does the job, right?

Hawkes: Nothing's ever easy.
Sid: I've seen you put a slug together with less.

Hawkes: Now it's time for us to use our superpowers.

Hawkes: Reggie, what is it? What did you want me to know?
Reggie Tifford: ... I'm the man who killed your sister.

Hawkes: So what do you want me to do? Just ignore the fact that Colin's sweat is on our murdered victim's clothes?
Mac: The reason we follow FBI DNA protocol is to ensure an unquestionable conviction.
Hawkes: So we sit in here waiting for that perfect scientific connection while Colin could be out there raping and killing another innocent victim? I don't know about you, Mac but I can't live with that.

Hawkes: Somebody left a doggie bag in the trash bin outside.
Flack: Whoa, whoa, whoa! If that's what I think that is, don't open that in here.
Hawkes: It's not that kind of doggie bag, Flack.