Frank: What do you mean I can't go out on the beach with you?
Horatio: Well, Frank.... the last time you went out there you nearly had your leg blown off, and I'm afraid that this time my sunnies are too dirty and I won't be able to save you.
Frank - "You smell that, Horatio?"
H - *sniff* "Smell what, Frank?" *hands on hips*
Frank - "Smells like a gii-gantic fart, man, you can't smell that??"
H - "Er, no...?"
Horatio: Look! It's a bird! No, a plane! Could it be...
Frank: What? What are you talking about?
Horatio: Right there!
Frank: *looks at H* That's a spot on your glasses.
Horatio: *looks down* Oh...
Frank:"What the hell are you looking at at a time like this!"
Horatio: I wanted to intensify the moment by *Puts on sunglasses* putting on my hott new shades. Yes, with *Takes them off and puts them back on* 2 "t"s
H, Frank what we have here is a secondary crime scene..
Frank, why do you say that Horatio...
H, because Frank *put's on sunnies* that tie is killing me..