(formulating on the board) Silicon Dioxide plus four molecules of hydrofluoric acid produces...
Oh me, me, me, pick me! (takes a marker and writes on the board).
That's cold, man.
(has written N(e)R(d)! on the board)
S4 E18Admissions
(assessing the chemicals from the trashed office) Phosphoric acid, sulfuric acid, hydrochloric acid. He couldn't have kept the keys in the English room?
Which one of those you think melted this guy's face off?
Hydrofluoric acid. Highly lethal. Trace amounts of this on the skin can dissolve and eat it away without you even knowing it.
(about all the calls he's been getting) Every five minutes it's someone else. Half the brass wants me working the cabdriver serial.
But you caught a murder at an elite prep school whose alumni contribute half the mayor's campaign funds.
Not to mention Deputy Inspector Gerrard's daughter is a student there. Until we catch this cabdriver, my phone's not gonna stop ringing.
[at the same time as Mac] Who discovered the body?
[at the same time as Stella] Who discovered the body?
You two've been working together way too long. A student came in looking for her keys and "boom".
Boom? You and Danny have been working together way too long.
[upon see in the indoor plants] Are you serious? This is peyote!
Marijuana seeds, shrooms.
Looks like someone was growing their own magic garden.
Right under the faculty's nose, man.
Sometimes too much education may be a dangerous thing.
[in Mr. Greg's office] Nice office for a guidance counselor. What exactly are we looking for?
Reasons for Mr. Greg's to start drinking.
[reading the degrees on the wall] Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Dartmouth. This place is a machine for churning out Ivy-League students.
SStudent (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].
Stop. Just stop.
HHank
Smart enough to maintain a 3.45 GPA in the city's best prep school. Hell, if I'd given a crap when I was actually in high school, I could have gone on to become the successful lawyer type.
LLindsey
Instead you went on to become the successful scumbag rapist type.
HHank
Tomato, tomato.
S4 E19Personal Foul
(observes Danny looking at lipstick samples) Need help picking the right shade?
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.
And now it's amber.
Means the efflorescent crystalline residue we're looking at is atropine trace.
Well, that explains the color shift. So which cheerleader wore it?
And if she had poison on her lips, why isn't she dead too?
Today I got a call from the widow of Ben Melvoy.
The attorney from Jersey.
They had a toddler and a newborn. They were two weeks away from celebrating their tenth anniversary. Then he gets in the wrong cab.
My God.
But you know what hit me the hardest? She couldn't have been sweeter; held it together; didn't even cry. All she asked me to do was stop this killer from hurting somebody else. In spite of all the heartache and bloodshed he's causing, all I could really offer her was an apology. Are we gonna get this guy?
We have to. We have to.
(Danny calls Lindsay on the phone as she strolls down the street)
Hey.
(in his apartment) Hey, where are you?
I'm taking a rain walk. It's a Montana thing. You wouldn't understand.
Yeah, maybe I would. Maybe there's a lot of things that...that I understand now. How about that?
Yeah, like what?
How sorry I am for pushing you away.
Danny, I tried to give you your space, but I don't know how much longer I can feel alone. It's messing with my work. It's breaking my heart.
I know, no; I know, I do. I swear to God it won't happen again. 'Cause the truth is...truth is I miss you... I miss you more than I can say even if, uh, I don't know how to say it.
Do you have any idea how hard you are to love?
(smiling) Why don't you come over here and tell me in person? Please.
(stops walking for a moment) I gotta go...
(during the autopsy post)
Any stomach contents?
Like you wouldn't believe. At least two hotdogs, popcorn, nachos, peanuts, an ice-cream sandwich and almost a full liter of beer.
I'm surprised he could get out of his seat!
What's even more surprising is the traces of phentermine I also found in his bloodstream.
Wait, time-out, Scott was taking an appetite suppressant?
Clearly a failure in this case, but someone still found him lovable! (hands Danny impression/trace cards)
Lip prints.
Twelve to be exact. I lifted them from both cheeks, the neck and the forehead. In various shades, from Candy Kitten to Sangria Sunset.
Twelve girls on the cheerleading squad.
You made up a story implying I was the source.
Look, what do you want me to say? I am getting 20,000 hits a day. People like to read my blog.
Which is exactly why you should be more careful what you say.
We don't have time for careful, Mac. We have a serial killer to catch.
No, Reed. I have a serial killer to catch. You just want a headline. But I get it. So out of love and respect for your mother I'll give you an exclusive. You ready? Watch who you mess with.
Is that a threat from you or from the killer?
Both.
PTPaula Tolomeo
(during her interrogation, rhythmically slapping the table) Eat a salad. Eat a salad. That's the chant he started. It was two years ago but I can still feel the humiliation like it was yesterday. My boyfriend was at that game. He dumped me the very next day. And because my fat face was on the big screen, complete strangers would come up to me telling me to eat a salad.
So you chose to get back at Dugan Scott by killing him?
Crime of passion?
Crime of patience.
PTPaula Tolomeo
I worked my ass off. Literally. I swore I would do whatever it took, gastric bypass, liposuction, plastic surgery, tryout after tryout after tryout until I finally made the squad. Just so I could watch him eat his poison words in front of everyone.
[Talking to Mac on the phone] Hey it's reed, I'm about to put up a new blog post about the Cabbie Killer and i was hoping that maybe you could help me with something.
[to Reed] I gave you this number for personal reasons, not professional reasons.
[to Mac] Yes i know, but I'm just trying to put together a real profile on this guy, you know? I mean, don't you think that people have the right to know about who they're afraid of?
[to Reed] Look, I'm impressed by your determination, Reed, maybe even a little bit proud, but you're a journalist and I'm a detective on this case. You're crossing the line here.
[to Mac] Yes but isn't that what lines are for?
[to Reed] Not in my business.
[to Mac] Come on. Throw me a bone, Mac.
[Hanging up the phone] Good-Bye, Reed.
[Talking to himself] Well, you won't give 'em a story, then i will.
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