- Captain Jim Brass: Well at least the driver was sober, I can't say the same about the boatload of high school kids he was driving around town. Listen to the wonderful statements I got, "We go 'errrr... ' Dude goes 'aah'. We go bam. Dude goes 'Waahh'!"
- Catherine Willows: Oh, you've been out of the game a while. The homies they have in the pen these days, never heard of you.
- Mickey Dunn: That's impossible.
- Catherine Willows: No Mickey, that's life.
- [winks]
- Captain Jim Brass: Well then, looks like we have a homicide related road-pizza.
- Gil Grissom: Yeah... who ordered it?
- Catherine Willows: Why now?
- Mickey Dunn: Because that tiny piece of metal that Johnny shot in my chest has finally moved. Doctors gave me a week, maybe two to live. Think I'd go out with a bang, never see the inside of a cell. It's really funny at all, one little bullet, can make things suddenly seem so clear.
- Catherine Willows: [shows him a bullet she's holding in her hand] You mean this bullet? Mob doctors become mob doctors because they sucked in the first place. But we've got a licensed surgeon to fix you up good! Truth is Mickey you're gonna live, another 20-30 years, and you'll be spending every day in a federal penitentiary.
- Mickey Dunn: [Disguised as Johnny di Angelo] Now I need you to get out there and you arrest the ghost of Mickey Dunn, or you get the hell off my property.
- Captain Jim Brass: We're the cops. Not the ghostbusters.