Detective Mac Taylor: You're a pimp.
Gus Stilton: I'm an entrepreneur.
Detective Don Flack: Running a food truck as a front for a prostitution ring makes you a criminal.
Detective Mac Taylor: And blowing one of them up - that makes you a murderer.
Detective Mac Taylor: I got the results of your latest drug test. Not high enough to trigger termination, but there are trace levels of cannabis in your bloodstream, Hawkes.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: I swear to you, I wasn't using. It's nothing but second-hand exposure. Just bad luck. You gotta believe me.
Detective Mac Taylor: Like I believe you when you call in sick? This isn't about bad luck, it's about bad choices.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: I know. You're right, and I'm sorry. But Mac, sometimes I feel like this job dictates every single choice I make. I mean, other people get to leave their work at their office. They cut loose, have fun. But we're different. We do a lot of good, but sometimes it seems like that's all we're allowed to do.
Detective Mac Taylor: That comes with the badge. Surely, Camille understands that.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Yeah, she does. She does. But this is the first time in a long time I've had a relationship that's even worth getting into trouble over, you know?
Detective Mac Taylor: There's no department policy against having a good time. But you need to be careful.