Detective Mac Taylor: I know what you're going to say. It's not the way it looks. I'm fine.
Jo Danville: It's exactly the way it looks. That's the same suit you had on yesterday, if not the day before. You haven't even been home in two days.
Detective Mac Taylor: This isn't the first time one case has rolled over into another. I'll be fine.
Jo Danville: When's the last time you had something to eat? I don't want to hear about that trail mix from the vending machine last night.
Detective Mac Taylor: It was a granola bar.
Jo Danville: You promised me you were going to go home and get some sleep.
Detective Mac Taylor: I was working on some cases, I dozed off on the couch. Then this came in.
Jo Danville: Boss of the crime lab or not, you are no good to anyone if you're running on fumes.
Detective Mac Taylor: Look, I am not walking out of a homicide investigation.
Jo Danville: [waving at Flack] No, Don is driving you out.
Detective Don Flack: [approaching] Yo.
Jo Danville: It's all been arranged. You're going to go home and get a couple hours' sleep. And if you're lucky, a toothbrush and a shower might make it feel like eight.
Detective Mac Taylor: Don can't just leave.
Detective Don Flack: Sure I can. I'm on my way back to the precinct, anyway. Your place is on the way.
Detective Mac Taylor: Sid will be expecting me in Autopsy.
Jo Danville: It's covered. Your work is done here, Mac Taylor. Don's gonna take you to that diner you love for breakfast, and then take you home and tuck you in.
Detective Mac Taylor: Will he be giving me milk and cookies and singing a lullaby?
Detective Don Flack: The lullaby thing's a little weird. But milk and cookies could happen.
