- Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: It's impossible to be that exact on TOD.
- Danny Messer: You think so, Einstein?
- Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Danny, I'm a certified pathologist. I *know* so.
- Danny Messer: Her coat is damp. I got caught in the rain last night. A twenty minute torrential downpour at 8:45. Only the makeup on the right side of her face is streaked, which means she was lying here dead when the rain began.
- Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Show-off.
- [Lindsay is going through the dumpster of an apartment building, looking for evidence]
- Det. Lindsay Monroe: Ah, now, see? That's a shame.
- Det. Mac Taylor: What's a shame?
- [Lindsay pulls a shotgun up out of the dumpster]
- Det. Lindsay Monroe: Somebody went and threw away a perfectly good shotgun.
- Detective Don Flack: You play poker?
- Detective Stella Bonasera: Occasionally. Why? You got a problem with that?
- Detective Don Flack: Yeah. You're physically incapable of keeping a straight face.
- Detective Stella Bonasera: Really?
- Detective Don Flack: Now, Mac. There's a man with a poker face. Who knows what he's thinking?
- Kelly Lindgren: This is Joel?
- Detective Don Flack: What, you don't recognize him with half his face blown off?
- [trying to get information, Flack snaps a cigar]
- Robert Dulcet: You know how much that cost?
- Detective Don Flack: Now? Nothing.
- [Flack snaps another one]
- Detective Don Flack: Hey, Stell.
- Detective Stella Bonasera: Yeah?
- Detective Don Flack: That smell Cuban to you?
- [Stella sniffs the tobacco]
- Detective Stella Bonasera: Can't tell. Better break another one.
- Hotel Guest: No I didn't hear anything unusual. What happened?
- Detective Don Flack: Guy was shot down the hall.
- Hotel Guest: Oh, yeah, I heard that.
- Detective Don Flack: Did you call 911?
- Hotel Guest: No. Why?
- Detective Don Flack: [knocks on a man's door. A man opens it, standing in his underwear, drunk. Flack looks disgusted] Nevermind, carry on.
- [Flack closes the door]
- Detective Don Flack: [knocks on woman's door, a woman wearing pajamas and a sleep mask opens her door] Good evening.
- Tired woman: Are you serious? Do you know what time it is?
- Detective Don Flack: I'm sorry to disturb you ma'am, but I was wondering if...
- Tired woman: [interrupts Detective Flack] I asked you question.
- Detective Don Flack: Do I know what time it is?
- [tired woman nods]
- Detective Don Flack: Yes ma'am I do.
- [looks at his watch]
- Detective Don Flack: It's 3am.
- Tired woman: You people are cray. I ought to sue for harassment!
- [slams door in Flack's face]
- Detective Don Flack: You have a good night now