Lindsay: (about Sid) His condition will get worse if we don't figure this out fast. Radiation can eat through every organ in your body. There's got to be something we can do.
Mac: There is. Let's get back to the lab and try to figure out what took Liza Carpenter's life before it takes his.

Lindsay: (answering her phone) Lindsay Messer.
Danny: Hey babe, it's me.
Lindsay: Are you still at the acupuncture studio?
Danny: Yeah, no, I'm still here and, erm, I think somebody just lifted my wallet.
Lindsay: Are you sure you had it with you?
Danny: (getting anxious) No, no, I'm sure it was in here. They got everything... I mean, M-my-my-my wallet, my-my cards, my money, even my grandfather's dog tags. My badge.
Lindsay: Can you talk to the owner? Maybe he saw something.
Danny: They got my badge, Lindsay, what am I going to do?
Lindsay: All right, look, we'll find it, Danny, okay? Don't beat yourself up. Just come back here, we'll figure something out.

Lindsay: (as she and Danny arrive outside the City Clerk's office) ... Danny.
Danny: Look: I'm tired of being afraid, alright? You and me, we make sense, 'kay? You're everything I've always wanted. I want to be with you, and I can be the guy you want me to be. I know I can, I am that guy.
Lindsay: (close to tears) I know you are.
Danny: Then let's walk through this door together. 'Cmon, let's do it. Let's take that leap. (looks at her hopefully)
Lindsay: (kisses Danny) ... You got a money order?
Danny: (kisses Lindsay and hugs her, smiling, before they enter the clerk's office)

Lindsay: (as she sees Danny doing pull ups) Danny! What are you doing?
Danny: Processing the vic's phone.
Lindsay: Oh, of course. What was I thinking?
Danny: Flack had the vic's phone pinged. We found it in a dumpster. Waiting on DNA results from the trace I found. I figured I'd get a little pump in.
Lindsay: Don't you have physical therapy today?
Danny: Yeah, yeah, so I'm getting ready for it. (as she just looks at him) What? You see Lucy lately, huh? She's standing up in her crib, cruising along the walls of the apartment. She's gonna walk soon, Lindsay.
Lindsay: Danny, please tell me you're not competing with our ten-month-old daughter.
Danny: No, I'm not competing with our daughter. All right? I'm just sick and tired of being in this chair. I want to run through Central Park with my daughter on my shoulders, okay? I want to chase down boys who try to hit on her. I want to dance with you and her at her wedding. So, if you don't mind... (preparing for another round)
Lindsay: (placing her hands at the sides of his neck, caressing it, and leaning in) I don't mind at all.

Lindsay: (as they are walking) So what else do we got?
Danny: Wanna get some lunch?
Lindsay: Danny, Mac wants us to wrap this up.
Danny: Sure, but he doesn't want us to starve to death.
Lindsay: What else did Adam say?
Danny: What do you mean?
Lindsay: I mean, that's who you were talking to, right?
Danny: Yeah, but what makes ya think he said anything else? (she stops and puts her hands on her hips, he turns to look back) Wh��What I just wanna go get something to eat! (just looks at her and starts again) All right��that gum you found, matched it to the dental impressions from the vic, nothing.
Lindsay: DNA and teeth impressions were both negative?
Danny: Negative.
Lindsay: I'm gonna go back and look at the gum.
Danny: No, no, no, no, no, Adam looked at the gum! I Just wanna grab a slice! I'm starvin' here!" (looks around) "Where am I?"

Lindsay: (enters the locker room to see Danny with a back support under his shirts) What is that?
Danny: Nothing. Just precautionary. My back's been acting up. Probably just pulled something.
Lindsay: When?
Danny: A few weeks ago, when Flack and I were chasing Hollis Eckhart.
Lindsay: You know, Danny? Maybe you came back to work too soon.
Danny: And what are our other options, Linds? I take any more sick days, they'll force a medical leave on me.
Lindsay: Well, look on the bright side. You'd get to spend more time with Lucy. You are her favourite.
Danny: (swallows a pill) It'll be fine (leans forward and kisses the corner of her mouth) Don't worry about it.

Lindsay: (observes Danny looking at lipstick samples) Need help picking the right shade?
Danny: Ha, ha, ha, that's just it. Unless the make-up counter at Bloomie's is selling mood lipstick, this partial print we got from the vic's mouth seems to have changed color. It started out pink.
Lindsay: And now it's amber.
Danny: Means the efflorescent crystalline residue we're looking at is atropine trace.
Lindsay: Well, that explains the color shift. So which cheerleader wore it?
Danny: And if she had poison on her lips, why isn't she dead too?

Lindsay: (rushing into the lab) Sorry I'm late. The sitter was stuck in traffic.
Hawkes: (looking at her t-shirt) Whitesnake, huh?
Lindsay: Baby throw up on everything else.

Lindsay: (talking about phone sex) How can anybody be satisfied with just that?

Lindsay: (walking into Stella's office and sees a gift on her desk) Only 61 days until Christmas, although it looks like you've already gotten some gifts.
Stella: Uh, yeah. It's getting embarrassing. This guy I met a couple of weeks ago. He's extremely persistent. Last week it was a parachute. This week it's rock climbing gear.
Lindsay: (smiling) Sounds like Mr. Adventure wants to get physical.

Lindsay: (walks into Mac's office, holding a clear evidence bag with clothing) I think I'm gonna be sick.
Mac: Is that Natalie's dress?
Lindsay: Yep. She kept it in a plastic bag in the back of her closet. We collected semen samples. There were two donors, just like she said.
Mac: Call the DA, get a warrant for Jessie Carver's DNA.
Lindsay: We don't need to. He's already in the system. One of the donors is a guy named Frank Moore aka Wallace Carver.
Mac: He's not Jessie's father.
Lindsay: (goes over to the computer and searches the database) He's a convicted sex offender. He was released four years ago, never registered. He fell off the map.
Mac: And the other donor is Jessie Carver.
Lindsay: Except, he's not Jessie Carver.
Mac: Hank Bedford. 1999: sexual assault, 2001: sexual assault...
Lindsay: Check out the date of birth.
Mac: March 18, 1976.
Lindsay: He's 32 years old, Mac.
Mac: He was posing as a 17-year-old student to prey on high school girls.

Lindsay: [after indentifying the glue-victim as the music promoter] It's not as glamorous as I would have imagined. Where's the limo and the girls with the tight shirts?
Danny: Yeah, trust me. It's not like that at all.
Lindsay: You know more about this than your average CSI?
Danny: [in light reference to his baseball years] Yeah, I played for a while, enough to get a taste of the world, and that was enough for me.

Lindsay: [turning the teapot around] It's an insult to point the spout at your guest.

Lindsay: Adam, go get a set of keys to a car, any car. Meet me in the garage in five minutes. My water just broke. (as Adam's looks dumbstruck) I'm about to go into labor and you are taking me to the hospital. Go!
Adam: Okay. (walks off in the wrong direction)
Lindsay: Adam...
Adam: (comes back and goes the right way) Yeah, wrong way, sorry, j... just relax. Everything's going to be okay.

Lindsay: Ah, now, see? That's a shame.
Mac Taylor: What's a shame?
Lindsay: Somebody went and threw away a perfectly good shotgun.