- Greg Sanders: All work and no play makes Greg a dull boy.
- Gil Grissom: All play and no work makes Greg an UNEMPLOYED boy.
- [liquid from the trunk of a car containing two corpses splashes up onto Greg's face and into his mouth]
- Sara Sidle: Technically, that makes you a cannibal. Grissom would be proud.
- Greg Sanders: Grissom would have tasted it on purpose.
- Catherine Willows: Hey, you.
- Warrick Brown: Hey.
- Catherine Willows: How uh... are you holding up?
- Warrick Brown: I'm fine.
- Catherine Willows: You sure?
- Warrick Brown: Yeah.
- Catherine Willows: ...you're in the women's bathroom.
- Catherine Willows: We're mid-case. Why do we have to do this now?
- Gil Grissom: Well, unless I get these evaluations in, I'll be written up.
- Catherine Willows: My goals... all right, for starters, I'd like two consecutive nights off. I would like to cut my triples down to 10 instead of the usual 20, and I would love to find a reliable babysitter so I could have myself some kind of a personal life.
- Gil Grissom: You don't have a personal life?
- Catherine Willows: Write this down: I haven't had sex in six - no, seven months.
- Gil Grissom: How can I help?
- [Her eyes widen]
- Gil Grissom: You. Advance, I mean.
- Greg Sanders: Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer. Swab one down, run it through CODIS, ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall.
- [Grissom admits to a mistake]
- Gil Grissom: What?
- Nick Stokes: Well, it's just that most people don't admit to being wrong.
- Gil Grissom: I'm wrong all the time. It's how I get to "right".
- [Looking for clues in a messy trailer]
- Nick Stokes: People are pigs.
- Gil Grissom: Don't insult the pigs, Nick. They're actually very clean.
- Zach: You know how it is, you look like you were a jock in college.
- Greg Sanders: Me?
- Sara Sidle: Him?
- Greg Sanders: I, am a genius.
- Warrick Brown: Let me guess, you ran the DNA and got a hit?
- Greg Sanders: No.
- Gil Grissom: You ran the DNA and something distinctive came up?
- Greg Sanders: No.
- Warrick Brown: You rolled out of bed and managed to dress yourself?
- Greg Sanders: No.
- Nick Stokes: [Greg opens a cupboard and pulls out a book] I thought that's where you kept your porn.
- Greg Sanders: I move it around.
- Gil Grissom: I just got a page from James Watson.
- Nick Stokes: And I got one from Francis Crick. What's going on, Greg?
- Greg Sanders: Well, as you both know, Watson and Crick are the granddaddies of DNA. Without their discoveries, I'd have nothing to do all day.
- Nick Stokes: What have you been doing all day?
- Captain Jim Brass: [an accused perp bends over to be searched] You better save that position for later, you'll need it where you're going.
- Catherine Willows: You know how you're always pushing that holy trinity stuff?
- Gil Grissom: Father, Son and Holy Ghost?
- Catherine Willows: Victim, suspect, crime scene.
- Gil Grissom: That one, huh?
- Gil Grissom: So, let's see. You surf, you scuba dive. You're into latex, you like fashion models and Marilyn Manson. And you also have a coin collection?
- Greg Sanders: Weird, ha?
- Gil Grissom: Well, I race cockroaches!
- Gil Grissom: Sometimes I can be a little thoughtless.
- Catherine Willows: I wouldn't say that. Not just any guy would walk a girl to the morgue.
- Greg Sanders: Hey Catherine, you think Sara would go to dinner with me?
- Catherine Willows: Sure, as long as you don't tell her it's a date.
- Captain Jim Brass: Hey, look what I found: a knife with blood on it.
- Gil Grissom: Hey, look what I found: dead guy.
- Nick Stokes: Well, it takes 10 minutes to drive from the clinic to Industrial Road.
- Warrick Brown: Yeah?
- Nick Stokes: Yeah, I had Greg run it.
- Warrick Brown: [laughing] That's classic!
- [Grissom walks by the lab where Greg is playing music]
- Gil Grissom: Hey, Sanders, no punk rock.
- Greg Sanders: What about Black Flag?
- Gil Grissom: Are you nuts?
- Catherine Willows: Never doubt. Never look back. That's how I live my life.
- Gil Grissom: I admire that.
- [in the autopsy room, looking over fragmented bones]
- Dr. Al Robbins: You want a breast or a thigh?
- Catherine Willows: It's your kitchen.
- Sara Sidle: Clothing, $85. Earrings, $30. Latte, $4. Getting away with murder...
- Gil Grissom: Priceless.
- Gil Grissom: Did you hear the one about the cop and the monkey who go into a bar?
- Catherine Willows: I'm not in the mood.
- Gil Grissom: Neither was the monkey.
- Greg Sanders: Bringing back a semen sample... I analyzed this and found your DNA.
- Nick Stokes: That was quick.
- Greg Sanders: No jokes about my being fast in this department.
- Nick Stokes: Hah.
- [after telling Grissom something that Grissom already knows]
- Greg Sanders: I guess I should stop trying to impress you.
- Gil Grissom: That would impress me.
- Catherine Willows: So, any luck with the blood and hair samples I gave you?
- Greg Sanders: Don't insult me. Luck is only for those without skill.
- Catherine Willows: Spoken like a man who's never hit the jackpot.
- Greg Sanders: Sad, but true.
- [identifying an insect at a crime scene]
- Gil Grissom: Dermastidae masculatus.
- Sara Sidle: That's Latin for "You're hiding a dead body."
- Catherine Willows: [looking at a surveillance video of a teenage boy in an elevator] You crack this kid's head open, all that would come out would be T&A.
- Greg Sanders: I think you said that about me once.
- Catherine Willows: Actually, more than once.
- Hodges: I didn't page you.
- Nick Stokes: No. I just figured I'd come by.
- Hodges: You're checking up on me again.
- Nick Stokes: No, I'm checking up on my evidence.
- Hodges: Do you think if you hover the FTIR will work faster?
- Nick Stokes: Yes, Hodges, that's what I think.
- Nick Stokes: [Archie was talking to Nick about a Star Trek episode] You need a girlfriend.
- Archie: You first.
- Catherine Willows: The thing that makes a fantasy great is the possibility it might come true. And when you lose that possibility it just... kinda... sucks.
- Sara Sidle: So what is it?
- Hodges: Give me some time, I'm not a miracle worker.
- Sara Sidle: Well, that's obvious, Hodges, or else you wouldn't be rude.
- Hodges: I wasn't being rude, I was being curt. Rude would be "When I know, you'll know." Friends?
- Sara Sidle: No.
- Catherine Willows: What kind of perverse game are you playing here, Gil?
- Gil Grissom: I'm not a pervert.
- Catherine Willows: What's up, David? You find something?
- David Phillips: I was just thinking that I wouldn't be caught dead in those shorts.
- Grissom: "The evil men do always lives after them. The good is often interred with their bones."
- Warrick Brown: Shakespeare?
- Grissom: [nods] Julius Caesar.
- [talking to a suspect about a broken mirror at the crime scene]
- Sara Sidle: You know that's seven years bad luck.
- Captain Jim Brass: More like seven to ten.