Top 30 Quotes From Omar Benson Miller

Walter: What the hell are you doing with a flare gun?
Dean: I drove my dad's car here from Michigan. He's got a boat. He left it in the car. I-I grabbed it for kicks and giggles. You know, in case I wanted to start an impromptu fireworks show.
Walter: But instead, you shot a guy through the window.
Dean: Sh-shot a guy? Uh, no, no, I-I didn't shoot anyone.
Horatio: You just said you discharged the weapon.
Dean: I shot *at* him, I didn't hit him.
Horatio: Okay. I... I have a body down at the morgue that begs to differ.

Walter: [after Ryan has explained the room as a Bookie's office] Damn, Wolfe, you know a lot about this.
Ryan: Yeah, I know too much about it.
[Shrugging it off]
Ryan: But, that's in the past.
Walter: Enough said.

Jimmy: I don't give a fuck, man. I'm sick of you always thinking you know what's best for me, dawg. You ain't my fucking father. I'm a grown man.
Future: Look, Jimmy...
Jimmy: Look, Jimmy, nothing! Fuck you! I told you not to fucking sign me up!
Future: So what the fuck, you wanna fight me now, huh?
Jimmy: Yo you ain't the future of shit, bitch! You're just David fuckin' Porter.
Sol: Hey, come on, fellas.
[long pause]
Future: You know what? Do what the fuck you wanna do man. 'Cause I don't give a shit anymore. I really fuckin' don't!
[Future walks away]
Future: I really fuckin' don't!

Larry: People often mistake country for dumb.
Charles: Those people are usually from the city.

Ryan: Hey, Walter, when are you and I going up?
Walter: Up? Up where?
Ryan: Up in an airplane. When are we gonna jump out of an airplane together?
Walter: No. No, no, no.
Ryan: No?
Walter: No. No, the parachute is made for when the plane is crashing. You see, jumping out of a good one is just stupid.
Ryan: Oh, you're being such a baby. You know, statistically, it's actually pretty safe.
Walter: Let's ask Kevin how safe it is. Kevin! Kev... Oh, right, Kevin's dead.
Ryan: Walter, too soon.

Walter: Got the same residue here, H. And scorch marks.
Horatio: Yes, and judging from the amount of glass out there, the blast originated in here, didn't it?

Walter: Hey, we're missing something. H, you read me?
Horatio: Walter, how far away from the building did the flare kick out the dummy?
Walter: Five feet.
Horatio: Five feet. That could make up the difference.
Walter: Are you saying what I think you're saying?
Horatio: Walter, he was never in the room. Come on up here, please.

B. Rabbit: Hey Sol, do you ever wonder at what point you just got to say fuck it man? Like when you gotta stop living up here, and start living down here?
Sol: It's 7.30 in the morning dawg.

Walter: Hey.
Jesse: Hey.
Walter: Gang's all here.
Calleigh: Did your John Doe come through here?
Jesse: Yeah. This is, uh, where he met the guy that shot at him with the flare gun.
Calleigh: All right, so at some point, all three of our victims passed through here. Do you recognize this girl?
Jesse: Or him?
Walter: How about this guy?
Ricky: Hundreds of people party here every day, every night, man. It gets crazy. I don't remember those two guys, but it doesn't mean they weren't here. But her? Her, I remember.
Calleigh: Really? Why?
Ricky: She was a pain in my ass. Out-of-her-mind drunk; had to give her the boot.

Walter: Bodies are piling up; three and counting.
Dr. Tom Loman: And here I am, outnumbered.

Sol: [Rabbit is taking Alex and Wink to a photo shoot. Iz and Sol are in the backseat] So when are we going to get to see these little photos of yours in a magazine?
DJ: This ain't Playboy fool, in fashion it's called editorial.
Sol: God damn Fredrick Douglass, could you shut the fuck up!
B. Rabbit: [Intervening] It's for a book man, so she can get a job.

Walter: Get out of here, before we arrest you for extreme stupidity.

DJ: That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm telling you record labels supply niggas with the kind of benefits they need.
Sol: Dawg, we sign us a deal you can take the motherfucking benefits. We're talking Bentley's and Benjamins, not Blue Cross and Blue Shield.
Future: Look to tell you all niggas the truth, I don't give a fuck about none of that. I just wanna hit 31 and a 3rd on the box you know what I'm saying? One of them strong songs on JLB.
DJ: No, what we need to do is save that shit up and put it into some savings bonds every week, stack it and build our own studio.
Future: Savings Bonds?
Sol: [to DJ] Let me ask you a question, Dawg. How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and fat rides, not no goddamn savings bonds.
Jimmy: Man, that's all we ever do is talk shit!
Jimmy: [imitating Sol] "We need to get fine bitches and fat rides".
Jimmy: [imitating DJ] "No, what we need to do is put our money in savings bonds".
Jimmy: [imitating Future] "No, what we need to do is put our songs on JLB".
Jimmy: Man, shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nothin' and we're still broke as fuck and living at home with our moms.

Walter: [Dr. Loman drops his clipboard] Yo, butterfingers, you okay?
Dr. Tom Loman: My hands... they feel funny.
Ryan: They feel funny how? They feel numb?
Dr. Tom Loman: Just tingly.
Walter: We need to check those gloves.
Ryan: Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
[sniffing the glove]
Ryan: They smell like dead mice.
Walter: You exterminate, too?
Ryan: No. In college, we had a mousetrap next to the fridge, and... you never forget the smell of dead mice.
Dr. Tom Loman: You know hemlock smells like dead mice. I'm trained to look for it in autopsies. Because it's fatal if it enters the bloodstream.
Walter: So maybe Andrea had some hemlock on her that transferred to your gloves. She got you feeling all tingly.
Dr. Tom Loman: Probably a small dose. But I should wash my hands. A lot.

Walter: Suspect description, same as the Bal Harbor robbery, H - devil mask, a TEC-9 automatic.
Lieutenant: So it's him again, isn't, Walter?
Walter: Yup. Makes it what, ten big games that he's hit so far? Wonder how much he got away with this time. One, maybe two million? Huh... All right, so the chandelier must have gotten hit when the robber opened fire. Dropped on this poor bastard who picked the wrong seat, crushing him to death.
Lieutenant: Maybe not, Walter. That's a bullet hole.
Walter: Look at that. Sure is. Glass from the broken chandelier bulbs inside the wound means that he was shot before the chandelier fell on him.
Lieutenant: Collateral damage from the shooting.
Walter: Guy's never shot anybody before, H. He's making mistakes.
Lieutenant: Yes, he is, Walter. And we all pay for our mistakes.

Walter: Why'd the gun end up in so many pieces?
Lieutenant: Because any misstep in the construction of a homemade weapon will render it unstable.
Walter: So this weapon literally blew itself apart.

Walter: [running a crime scene reconstruction] Not even close, H. Dummy cleared the building by five feet. And he's at least twenty feet from where the body landed.
Horatio: He was shot in the chest, so he wasn't running away from the shooter, was he?
Walter: Right, so if his horizontal speed can't increase, then his vertical distance has to.
Horatio: Maybe he fell from a higher height.
Walter: So, what are you thinking? Go floor by floor?
Horatio: Nope. I've got a better idea.
[on the roof a few minutes later]
Horatio: Here he comes, Walter.
Walter: [measuring the distance as the dummy lands] It's about four feet short, H.
Horatio: Well, that's a problem, Walter. I'm running out of real estate up here.

Walter: I remember spring break; Daytona Beach. It's a miracle I survived. Get drunk and crazy... for what? To end up like this? Unless you think it was suicide.
Dr. Tom Loman: Good aim. Or bad, depending on how you want to look at it.

Jimmy: Hey don't be talkin' about my mom or my fuckin' car. I hear everything.
Sol: So he a ninja now?

Thompson: Love and hate are closely aligned. You've done an excellent job.
Charles: Then why do you torture me?
Thompson: Why does my wife torture me? Because it makes me better. See... eh, that's what partnership is all about. That was a good talk. Thank you.
Charles: Seems like there has to be a better way.
Thompson: Oh, if you find it, please be sure to tell me about it. In the meantime, let's keep this train chugging along.

Walter: This shouldn't be turned on.
Lieutenant: How do you mean?
Walter: I disconnected the battery before I processed it, and I left it that way.
IAB: Battery's still connected.
Walter: Yeah, I got eyes, pal.

Walter: Nothing spills blood like money.

Jesse: [Introducing himself to Walter] Yeah, I'm Jesse.
Walter: You're a Die Hard.
Jesse: What?
Walter: Die Hard. That's what we call you on the night shift because of what you did in that hostage situation.
Jesse: Yeah well, the night shift has too much time on their hands.

Horatio: Do we have an ID yet, Doctor?
Dr. Tom Loman: None that I found. I sent photos upstairs to Missing Persons, but I've heard nary a word from them. I did find something that I can't blame on the pipe that perforated his abdomen. On the periphery of the wound, there are second- and third-degree burns. And on the remains pulled from the pipe, I found some kind of residue, which I sent to Trace.
Horatio: Okay, what did they find?
Dr. Tom Loman: Strontium, magnesium, potassium, and sulfur.
Horatio: Components of a flare.
Dr. Tom Loman: Yes. A-As strange as it sounds, I think he was shot with a flare gun.
Walter: So much for suicide.
Dr. Tom Loman: [picking up a petri dish] And... there's this.
Walter: Is that glass?
Dr. Tom Loman: Tempered, to be precise.
Horatio: So, gentlemen, there was a window between our shooter and our victim. Gentlemen, we're looking for a broken window at the Ciel Bleu Hotel.

Charles: Some little hottie from the boat is sending me bikini pics.
Ricky: That don't sound like trouble to me.
Charles: Yeah, well, you ain't married to a ninja.
Ricky: You need to get a bat phone.

Jesse: Patrol just got back to us. License plate belongs to a Billy Jones.
Walter: Okay. Well, where the hell is he?
Jesse: Uh, he wasn't here. Reported it stolen last night.
Walter: That means somebody jacked the car, caused a crash that killed the woman, and fled. Guy's a one-man crime spree.
Jesse: Whoa, whoa, whoa. We don't even know which car caused the accident yet.
Walter: Well, we know innocent people don't flee the scene.

Walter: So, our vic fell off the roof first? Then, on his way down, was accidentally hit by the flare Dean shot. Man, that's something out of an urban legend.
Horatio: The force of the flare altered trajectory and impaled our victim.
Walter: Wow. Well, Dean couldn't have planned this. And if he was in his room, then he couldn't have pushed our victim. The murder is his alibi.
Horatio: Note the footprints, Walter.
Walter: [looking closer] Huh. Heels to the edge. Jumpers don't jump backwards.
Horatio: No, they don't. He was pushed.
Walter: [looking around] Look at this. Looks like our victim and the killer might have been having a party up here.
Horatio: I agree. So let's see who got invited.

Dean: I had a bunch of people up here partying last night. We were all hanging out, having fun, but this one guy starts going crazy; he's throwing drinks everywhere, getting in everyone's faces. I told him to get out, but he wouldn't. I just... I just wanted to scare him.
Walter: By shooting at him with a flare gun?
Horatio: [showing him a picture from the morgue] That the man?
Dean: No. No, I've-I've never seen him before. I promise. Look, this whole thing's just a big misunderstanding.
Horatio: Be that as it may, you're coming with us.
Walter: [a patrol officer leads Butler away] He's lying, H. That story's got holes in it as big as the one in our vic's chest.
Horatio: I agree, Walter. So let's prove it.

Ryan: Okay, here she is. 24 years old, and she graduated summa cum laude from Vanderbilt University.
Walter: What? What woman with a degree from the Harvard of the South cleans houses?
Ryan: It's a tough job market.

Charles: Baby, why do you always have to make jokes at my expense? You know I'm sensitive.
Julie: 'Cause deep down, I know you like it.
Charles: I really don't, though.
Julie: You always played better for a hard-ass coach.