Enrique Murciano: FBI MPU SA Danny Taylor • Danny Taylor

Without a Trace

FBI MPU SA Danny Taylor • Danny Taylor

Vivian: Where's she going?
Danny: Maybe it's a booty call.
Samantha: Your mind is always in the gutter. There was no call.
Danny: Tom Wilkins, 11:48.
Martin: In my experience, there's usually not a three-hour lag between the call and the, uh...
[clears his throat]
Martin: delivery.

Danny: [after a boy goes missing at Yankee Stadium] This would've never happened at Shea.
Vivian: It's so sad how bitter Mets fans are.

Danny: [whispers] Two years working white-collar in Seattle and he gets this assignment?
Samantha: Doesn't hurt to be Victor Fitzgerald's kid.
Danny: Mmm. No wonder he's smiling.
Samantha: Not a bad smile, either.

[at a boxing training camp in the Catskills]
Danny: I don't understand why someone would come all the way out here to get in shape. I've got a gym nineteen blocks from my apartment.
Samantha: Your apartment's also in the vicinity of three gentlemen's clubs.
Danny: I like a little variety in my workout.

[investigating the disappearance of a boxer]
Samantha: I don't get it. You get beat in the head for a living, and you make money only to have your manager steal it. What's the point?
Danny: Boxing does have its benefits.
Samantha: What? Wearing satin shorts to work?

[Walking up to a missing teacher's apartment]
Danny: This is three. Just two more to go.
Martin: Oh! Why is it that no one in a walkup ever lives on the first two floors?
Danny: Vampires.
Martin: Really?
Danny: Yeah, they have all the lower apartments all to themselves.
Martin: No direct sunlight, right?
Danny: Exactly. Plus, they live to be 106 years old, so the apartments never turn around.
Martin: Oh, that's good to know.

[Two restaurant workers find the ransom money in the dumpster]
Jack Malone: [into mic] Oh, please. Danny, get rid of them.
[Danny takes out ear piece and tucks it into his shirt. He moves from his spot and approaches the two restaurant workers who have opened the bag and start pocketing the money inside]
Danny: Hey. Hey, you want to live to see tomorrow? Don't be playing with my livelihood, you got me?
[Danny lifts his shirt and shows them his gun. He pushes them aside and grabs the bag from them. The workers leave. Danny puts the bag back in the trash bin]
Jack Malone: Nice work, Serpico.
Danny: I grew up on Pacino.

[a suspect is cooperating]
Danny: Hey, Radio, you see how pleasant this whole process can be when you give us what we want?
Radio: Well, since I served my country do I get a letter from the president?