New York, crime lab
New York, crime lab.
Lindsay: So Hardy is the killer, right?
Adam: The fingerprints, which were on the gun, are his, doesn't mean he killed her.
Lindsay: Oh, lord. It's already 8 pm. I think I'm heading home.
Adam: Bye!
In the locker rooms...
Flack: Wow, Monroe, why are you looking so sad?
Lindsay: Well, I've been working on a case for 2 weeks now, and we still don't know who the murderer is.
Flack: That's hard.
Lindsay: I'll just go home and watch a movie.
Flack: Which one?
Lindsay: I'm a movie freak but I still haven't decided.
Flack: I bet, that I'm a bigger movie freak.
Lindsay: Not possible.
Flack: Wanna bet?
Lindsay: Sure.
Flack: Okay, from tomorrow on till Friday, we say some quotations and the other one has to guess from which film it is. Okay?
Lindsay: Good idea. How much?
Flack: Not money, let's say a date.
Lindsay: Well, having a date with you is a punishment, but...
Flack: Fine, let's say, the looser pays.
Lindsay: But, we'll have our date at the most expensive restaurant of New York.
Flack: At the most expensive table.
Lindsay: And if you lose, you have to buy me a new dress.
Flack: And if you lose, you have to buy me a new suit.
Lindsay: Good, see you tomorrow, Det. Flack!
Flack: I can't wait, Det. Monroe.