Adam Ross: [Adam is waiting in Mac's office when he enters] Was it, um, the paper airplanes or, or the dancing? It was the dancing, wasn't it? I mean, I, I, don't have to dance and look I know I say "What up" a lot and I'll definitely limit the number of times that I say it, but you just need to tell me, Boss, what I need to do and what I don't need to do and I'll do it or I won't do it, you know, 'cause this...
Detective Mac Taylor: [interrupting] Adam, Adam, take a breath. What are you talking about?
Adam Ross: You don't know?
Detective Mac Taylor: Know what?
Adam Ross: Um, you're letting me go.
[Hands Mac a paper]
Adam Ross: In a month. I got one month left. You don't happen to know anyone who's looking for a dedicated yet quirky yet, uh, devastatingly handsome lab geek, do ya? 'Cause I could...
Detective Mac Taylor: This isn't about your job performance, Adam. I knew there'd be cuts. You're just a low man on the totem pole carved by people trying to justify their jobs.
Adam Ross: For what it's worth, sir, it means a lot knowing that the decision didn't come from you.
Detective Mac Taylor: You're not going anywhere. I'll take care of this. Go back to work.
