[Adam's examining fungal spores, and Danny walks in]
Adam: Hmmm. Aspergillus Sydowii.
Danny: I was just thinking about that.
Adam: It's the, uh...fungal spores found on Jennifer Fazotti's body.
Danny: Fungal spores. Says they're indigenous to the Sahara desert.
Adam: How does an African fungus end up on a murder victim in New York City?

[After finding out about the Vampire Theory]
Don Flack: That's a relief.
Danny Messer: What?
Don Flack: She's got a bed.
Danny Messer: What'd you think? She had a coffin? [Looking at photographs] She had a nice eye. Obviously put a lot of time into these photographs.
[Checking a bookcase]
Don Flack: Oh! She obviously put a lot of time into some interesting reading habits as well. [Found several books related to vampires] The awakening, Confessions of a Vampire.
Danny Messer: Are you serious? How does one get involved in this? I mean, when do you have that moment of deciding: I wanna suck someone elses blood off?
Don Flack: I don't know. Whatever happened to kids playing stickball and manhunt?
Danny Messer: Yeah, Yeah. Suddenly, its... eh... being pale, and skinny, and having sharp teeth and great hair. That's the way to go.

[after hearing the suspect's statement]
Stella: Fitting in. You're going to do a lot of that. Let's say for the next...15 years.

[Aiden tries to pick the pocket of a training dummy without ringing the bell, but she can't]
Danny Messer: You're such a girl.
Aiden Burn: [smacking him in the head] Shut up.

[as they are playing pool]
Danny: There's no way you're gonna make this shot, Montana.
Lindsay: A Benjamin says I do. [makes the shot] You owe me $100.00
Danny: You know what? You're gonna have to wait 'til payday.
Lindsay: [voiceover as montage of them kissing begins] No. You either pay me now, or come up with something better. [montage contiues as they have sex]

[Danny had a chase scene with Tony who climbed a fence and Danny jumped up and caught him]
Danny: If there's one thing I hate more than running, it's leaping. You're not my favorite person today.

[Danny interrogates a man who accidentally shot his sister as a boy, and an entire family years later.]
Danny Messer: You're the one that killed that family, not the Devil.
Suspect: You're wrong. The Devil did kill them. And he came to me the night my sister died. I just didn't know enough not to let him in.

[Danny is looking through a ladies' magazine, looking for a sample of lotion found on a murder weapon]
Stella: You know, if you wanted beauty tips, all you had to do was ask.
Danny Messer: Did you know that waterproof mascara dries out your eyelashes? That's amazing!

[Danny is questioning a Mr. Arnold, who just admitted to being at a strip club]
Danny: I'm sure you were just sharing stock tips with her, right? What's her name?
Mr Arnold: Savannah. But, you know, I don't think it was her real name.
Danny: Nah. You think?

[Danny, Lindsay, and Adam showing Mac their findings]
Lindsay: So is this thing a beauty or what?
Adam: Every single piece is accounted for following the specs and the burn pattern.
Mac: Great work.
Danny: We checked the area behind the cockpit right here, Mac and this is where we discovered our mystery generator was located.
Lindsay: We checked with the racing coalition, and it's called a V.I.C engine.
Mac: Velocity Injection Chamber. I've read about it. It's a nasty piece of work, but it's still experimental, not every team is using it.
Lindsay: That's why it wasn't in the specs. It isn't part of the formula yet.
Danny: Might be the future if hybrid engines though. It recycles wasted energy. (He explains how it works) Instant turbo-boost right at your fingertips. Press the button and...
Adam: Boom!
[Everyone looks at him]
Adam: (mumbles) Sorry, that was...that was your moment...I thought you were gonna...boom...nothing.

[Flack and Mac investigate room at Gentleman's Club. They find traces of bodily fluid on a couch]
Don Flack: A lot of sex going on in this room. Apparently VIP room means something else.
Mac Taylor: Well, sex isnt a crime, murder is. We need to find blood.
[They spray the room for blood, find it on a wall]
Don Flack: Bingo.
Mac Taylor: The splatter suggests a gunshot wound. Tessa was right.

[Flack apprehends a suspect at a restaurant]
Suspect: Hey! I didn't do nothing man.
Flack: Yeah? You got steak sauce all over my shoes.

[Flack is flirting with some techs.]
Stella: Impressing your fans with your battle wounds?
Flack: They were concerned about my recovery. I was just putting them at ease.

[Flack is holding up the cake-topper bride's head in a evidence bag]
Don Flack: Do you, Stella Bonasera, take Veronica as a crazy with a motive?
Stella Bonasera: I do.

[Flack starts breaking cigars in half]
Robert: Do you have any idea how much that costs?
Flack: Now? Nothing.
[Flack breaks another cigar]
Flack: Hey, Stell.
Stella: Yeah?
Flack: That smell Cuban to you?
[Stella sniffs the cigar]
Stella: Can't tell. Better break another one.