CSI: NY quotes
0 total quotesDetective Stella Bonasera: How does somebody get inside of a locked vault with only one door?
Danny Messer: If Houdini were alive, we'd have our killer
Danny Messer: If Houdini were alive, we'd have our killer
Detective Stella Bonasera: I didn't know Evelyn, but I have to give her credit for one thing. For not being able to see, she was able to see right through you.
Detective Stella Bonasera: It's a to-do list for tomorrow. If you're going to kill yourself, why spend time planning to pay bills and do laundry?
Detective Stella Bonasera: Someone's trying to kill the whole starting team?
Detective Mac Taylor: That's one way to get more playing time.
Detective Mac Taylor: That's one way to get more playing time.
Don Flack: We got some whackadoo running around throwing acid in people's faces?
Mac Taylor: Not acid...lye.
Flack: All right. Well, I'll start with the nuts in this city and work my way up.
Mac Taylor: Not acid...lye.
Flack: All right. Well, I'll start with the nuts in this city and work my way up.
Don Flack: You don't call, you don't write- I was beginning to think you were seeing other detectives, William.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Anything else?
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Oh. Just some trace on Don Juan's right fingers. I'll send a sample to the lab.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Okay.
[Goes to leave]
Dr. Sid Hammerback: Oh. Just some trace on Don Juan's right fingers. I'll send a sample to the lab.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Okay.
[Goes to leave]
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Apparently, he was some sort of...
Detective Danny Messer: Writer.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Yeah.
Detective Danny Messer: [indicating photographs of the body taken under an ALS light] It was everywhere.
Detective Danny Messer: Writer.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Yeah.
Detective Danny Messer: [indicating photographs of the body taken under an ALS light] It was everywhere.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Did you know rumor has it that Jennifer Lopez's ass is insured for one billion dollars?
Det. Mac Taylor: Excuse me?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Five hundred million per cheek. They're her trade instruments, like a soccer player's legs or a model's face...
Det. Mac Taylor: Or a surgeon's hands.
Det. Mac Taylor: Excuse me?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Five hundred million per cheek. They're her trade instruments, like a soccer player's legs or a model's face...
Det. Mac Taylor: Or a surgeon's hands.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: I hate that part. It's like being back at the morgue again.