In New York City Something awful happens every ten seconds Tonight... It's his turn... Law & Order Criminal Intense Tonight's episode...
"Veneno Pollo"
Eames: Hello, I'm Detective Eames and this is Detec...Excuse me a moment, please. (to Bobby) Goren! Get over here! We have witnesses to question!
Goren: (thinking) You know, ever since we arrested Doogie Howser I can't get enough of these champagne truffles...
Eames: Thank you for seeing us. We just have a few questions...
Goren: (interrupting) Hey, could you jab a some of those marshmallows on here and start a fire?
Eames: So you were at your mom's house Thursday night...
Goren: (interrupting, again) Are you going to finish that sandwich?
Deakins: Yes, Eames, I undersood the problem when you were screaming about it in my office this afternoon. You don't have to reiterate...Yes...I know...Calm Down Eames! I talked to Logan. He said he'd help you interview the witnesses. He'll meet you for breakfast in the morning, you can brief him then.
Eames: (thinking) mmmm, I love pancakes.
Goren: (to waitress) Yes, I ordered the fritters and eggs..
Logan: (thinking) Why can't he just get a platter of ham and bacon like a normal person?!? What the h*ll is a fritter anyway?
Eames: Bobby, if you're finished eating cheetos and channel surfing, Logan has a suspect and we have a warrant...I think we should go search this guy's apartment.
Goren: Yeah?...I'm thinking Arby's...
Fast Food Worker: Welcome to KFC can I take your order?
Goren: Um, yeah...I'll take a sixteen piece bucket with mashed potatoes and cole slaw, a large order of spicy buffalo wings, a couple of those snacker sandwich things, and a small diet pepsi.
Fast Food Worker: Yes sir! Your total comes to 147 dollars and 62 cents.
Goren: Will you take a check?
Fast Food Worker: (sighs heavily and points) Didn't you see the sign, sir?
Kentucky Fried Chicken We Don't Take Checks Here! Goren: How about a credit card?
Bishop: Deakins called me in to help...what's with you? Can't you offer me anything on this case?
Goren: Sure...I'm gonna run into this 7-ll over here and grab a snickers, you want one?
Male Detective: Well, this is the suspect's garage. I don't know what you expect to find...We've already been through here with a fine toothed comb.
Bishop: No, he's really good at this...See? He's found something already...What is it Goren? Tire treads? A footprint?
Goren: Would you look at that? Somebody dropped a perfectly good handful of chicklets...
Bishop: (horrified) Oh God, no...please don't...EWWW!
Deakins: You want to talk about it, Bobby? Even Bishop is complaining, and you know how she worships you...The over-eating, the lack of concentration...If you were my son I'd just say you're growing again.
Goren: (groans painfully)It feels like something's growing bigger by the second inside my stomach right now...I should've picked up some antacids when I was at the 7-11 earlier.
Barek: Hey, Eames...He's finally paying for it...I just heard Goren's sick as a dog...Doc thinks maybe food poisoning.
Eames: Serves him right.
Goren: Please, Doc, kill me...
Doctor: Mr. Goren, it's not that bad...Just a mild case of food poisoning. You can go home. A friend of yours from the police department is here to take you. Just drink plenty of fluids and get lots of rest...You'll be fine.
Goren: (relieved) Eames...Oh thank God...
Bishop: Okay, let's get you home...
Goren: (groan) where's Eames? (retch)
Bishop: She's still mad at you for making her do some actual work on the last case...Plus, she didn't want you puking in the SUV.