Transcript (courtesy of CJ Online)
Sydney: Face it the dress code just comes a little bit
easier to me.
Nigel: Ah yes and your lips just happen to be places
strategically low enough to Slokum’s ass.
Jordan: I wouldn’t know. I haven’t heard from him in
two months.
Lily: I thought you two were…
Jordan: I lied.
Jordan: I pushed him away Lily. I sat on the fence for
too long and I pushed him away.
Lily: I hate him. (reference to Slokum)
Nigel: I feel like I’m in Kansas.
Bug: Who’s the suit?
Seely: Oh not a suit. He’s the body.
Slokum: You know what I think? (casually punches in key
code, turns back) I think it’s a load of crap.
Nigel: Doesn’t he just light up a room.
Seely: I’ll get Walcott to go over his head. I’ll
authorize bring Macy on to consult, but one of you guys
have to ask him. That guy hates me.
Jordan: What is this? (stares at green juice)
Garret: Protein, way, a little green algae.
Jordan: Ahh…looks like stomach contents. (sips)
Umm…taste like it too.
Slokum: The fact is his tenure here was a disaster. The
man has mediocre talent and questionable ethics.
Jordan: I think you should quit while you’re ahead.
Slokum: I think I’m just getting started.
Jordan: No you’re not. No we’ve been listening to your
crap for two months now. You’re a bully and a creep.
And the truth is, no one here likes or respects you.
Sydney: Jordan I kind of…
Jordan: No, no. I watched you turn this morgue from a
place we all love into an anal retentive dictator ship.
You’re an obsessive compulsive android with a Napoleon
complex. And I actually live for the day when some
takes that bonsai tree of yours and shoves it so far up
your ass you’ll have pine needles coming out of your
nose.
Jordan: He’s lucky I didn’t kick him in the nuts. (look
from Sydney) What? It wouldn’t be the first time.
Jordan: Woody, if you are lying to me I swear to God…
Slokum: Very impressive. You and Walcott made a nice
little end run around me didn’t you. You must be very
proud of yourself.
Oliver: I was so sorry to hear that you’d left the
Medical Examiner’s office.
Garret: I felt the same way when I heard you’d been
released.
Oliver: I learned a lot in those three years. Mostly
that there is no place like home.
Woody: Not if you don’t tell anyone.
Jordan: You didn’t call me for two months Woody. Excuse
me if I’m a little short on favors.
Jordan: Say what you will about Slokum, but the
man has purchased us some fine new toys.
Slokum: That's brilliant.
It's the most brilliant convoluted fiction I've heard in
my life.
Woody: You called this in?
Jordan: You didn’t give me a choice!
Jordan: That’s it? You’ve got nothing to say to me.
Woody: Nope.
Jordan: Woody, you lied tom me. You betrayed my trust.
You used me.
Woody: At least I didn’t rat you out.
Jordan: No. You said this was about us that you needed
closure so you could move on.
Woody: Oh come on Jordan does it always have to be about
you?
Jordan: Oh you need help Woody.
Woody: I don’t need help. Especially not from you.
Garret: You’re not lost Oliver. You’re exactly where we
want you. And this is ice tea.
Slokum: This didn’t fit where you suggested, but since
you’re so fond of it here. Somehow I think you’ll find
the appropriate place to put it.
