Horatio (to tech guy): "Alright, I just shot at the fleeing suspect's car and I hit his gas tank. I need you to plug that information into your computer program and tell me how far he can get before his gas runs out."
Tech Guy: "Wait, why do you have a weapon? You're a CSI. Aren't you supposed to be in a lab somewhere buried knee deep in cases? Do you have any idea how many crimes are committed in this town?"
Horatio: "Never mind that. I need you to plug the information I've given you into your computer."
Tech Guy: "Look buddy, even if a computer program like that did exist, there are an impossible number of variables we are dealing with."
Horatio (sarcastically): "Give me one."
Tech Guy: "First, how do you even know you hit the gas tank? Second, assuming that you did hit it, did you hit the top, middle, or bottom of it? Third, how much gas was in the tank? Was it full or near empty?"
Horatio: "I asked for one, not three. Why do you always have to make me feel stupid?"
Tech Guy: "I'm calling internal affairs on your ass."
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