Stella: [Laughs] Well, Detective Angell just got me a court order to pull all the patient files and talk to the students directly. I'm hoping that this will give us an I.D. on the perp.
Danny: Fantastic. We got horny college kids and horny mammals. You wanna trade?
Stella: Mammals?
Danny: Prehistoric, to be exact.

Stella: (about the evidence) Turns out it's an experimental sexual enhancement drug, only available in clinical trials.
Danny: Don't look at me, I don't need it.
Stella: You're too old anyway. It's currently being tested on students at Chelsea University's health center.
Danny: Argh, it's like throwing gas on a raging hormonal fire.

Stella: (charging into his office) What the hell were you thinking, Drew?! I mean, this was not cute or funny or the least bit charming. I told you, I didn't want you to send me any more gifts, and I thought I made it perfectly clear that I was not interested. And then you put this box on my truck? I called the bomb squad, Drew.
Drew: It's not from me, Stella. Look, every gift I sent to your office was with a card. You know, there was a theme going on, in case you hadn't noticed. A puzzle doesn't exactly say 'take a risk'.

Stella: (outside the bank) Where's Mac?
Flack: With the body.
Stella: Oh, you gotta be kidding.
Flack: This ain't your everyday bank robbery, Stell. This guy made three demands. Unmarked police car, no press and somebody from Crime Scene.
Stella: He wanted one of us?
Flack: He swears he didn't kill the guy inside and he wants someone in there to prove he's not a murderer.
Stella: So Mac agreed to meet one of his demands?
Flack: In exchange for a hostage.
Stella: (about Gunman/Joe) Oh, this guy is smart. Now he's got a cop for insurance.

Stella: (outside the bank, about Gunman Joe) This guy's not a shooter. There's something else going on. We need more time.
Richard Jackson: Time is not what you give to a hostagetaker, Detective.
Stella: Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes and then it's your show.
Richard Jackson: All right, thirty, starting now. After that, I'm taking the first steps towards ending this thing.

Stella: How'd it go with Reed?
Mac: How do you think it went?
Stella: I think you pushed. And he got mad and refused to give up his source. And then one of you stormed off.
Mac: Well, if you told me that before, you could've saved me the trip.
Stella: Come on, Mac. He's 23 years old. It's his first real job. He just wants to succeed and can't see beyond that. Is he really any different than you and I were at that age?
Mac: People are dying. I don't have time for the understanding approach.
Stella: Okay. Well, Reed found out about those carvings. We need to find his source. Don't let your pride get in the way.

Stella: So much of this case doesn't make any sense. How does the fire play into all of this and why does a six-year-old little girl even know how to use a lighter? (Mac is giving her a look) What?
Mac: For the last two days I've been trying to figure out how to gingerly tell you to sit this one out. Go deal with the loss of your home, take care of yourself. But I realize now what a total waste of my breath it would have been.

Stella: You know, Lindsay, I don't think these lollipops are lollipops. (tests one) Heroin.
Lindsay: Well, that changes everything.

Student (about dead teacher): He was an inspiration, the kinda man i'd like to be in 20 years, only earning 50 times more. You know its sad when such a young life is taken before...[cut off by Flack].
Flack: Stop. Just stop.

Witness: Can I have your number?
Det. Jessica Angell: Why, are you in trouble?
Witness: No, but I'd like to be.
(scene shift to Danny and Stella listening to Angell)
Danny: So did you give him your number?

(about Stella receiving a parachute as a gift)
Mac: There are safer ways to beat the traffic.
Stella: Oh, traffic I can handle. Men are another story.
Mac: What is it?
Stella: (opening an envelope) Hmm. Gift certificate for a skydiving lesson. Met this guy in an antique store and then bumped into him again... at a coffee stand. And suddenly he wants... to hold hands at 10,000 feet. So he sent me a parachute.
Mac: Original and daring.
Stella: And a bit too aggressive for me. What?
Mac: You were smiling when you opened the box.
Stella: (chuckles a little) Mac, my last boyfriend tried to kill me and I shot him.
Mac: Well, maybe this guy's a little different. Why don't you just run him through NYSPIN?
Stella: Actually, I already did. There are three Drew Bedfords in the city. One is 96 and lives in a rest home. The other is in juvie for painting boobs on a billboard. And my original endearing friend is, uh, squeaky clean.
Mac: You and I are alike in a lot of ways. We both do everything we can to avoid this sort of thing. Sometimes you just gotta take the plunge.
Stella: So you're telling me to fall for all this?
Mac: Stella, Peyton pursued me. I never thought I'd enjoy another relationship either. Forget about all the risks of romance and enjoy the rewards.
[about a girl who was killed by fatal orgasm while eating a pickle]

(After Stella leaves)
Danny: (looks at Lindsay) Lindsay. (pauses as she looks at him) I'm sorry. We should... We should talk.

(as Hawkes is getting treated for his injuries)
Danny: So is it true what they say?
Hawkes: What's that?
Danny: Did your life pass right before your eyes?
Hawkes: I could only think of one thing the whole time I was down there.
Danny: What? Was it your first kiss?
Hawkes: (holding his ribs) Don't make me laugh.
Danny: What?
Hawkes: Sid Hammerback. I was in his lab, lying on an autopsy table. Sid was standing over me, firing up the bone spreader.
Danny: That's morbid.

(during the autopsy post)
Lindsay: Any stomach contents?
Sid: Like you wouldn't believe. At least two hotdogs, popcorn, nachos, peanuts, an ice-cream sandwich and almost a full liter of beer.
Danny: I'm surprised he could get out of his seat!
Sid: What's even more surprising is the traces of phentermine I also found in his bloodstream.
Lindsay: Wait, time-out, Scott was taking an appetite suppressant?
Sid: Clearly a failure in this case, but someone still found him lovable! (hands Danny impression/trace cards)
Danny: Lip prints.
Sid: Twelve to be exact. I lifted them from both cheeks, the neck and the forehead. In various shades, from Candy Kitten to Sangria Sunset.
Lindsay: Twelve girls on the cheerleading squad.

(in the ME's office)
Danny: (about Ruben) I saw him. I saw him. He was fine. I saw him. He rode the bike right away from me. I shouldn't have stopped. I shouldn't have stopped. Why did I stop!? I should've made sure the kid got home safe.
Mac: Ruben was a block and a half from your apartment building. There was a man down bleeding. Justin Scott needed your help. You acted on instinct, Danny.
Danny: Oh, man, I wish I hadn't. I wish I hadn't. Oh, I wish I hadn't! He just got his bicycle blessed this morning.