CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Grissom: Seat belts unbuckled. That's why she fell out. Brass: Yeah, so? Grissom: Well, she's in the drivers seat. Was she driving? Or could she have been placed in here? Brass: Maybe she's like 28% of Americans, she doesn't buckle up. Grissom: I think it's 29%, actually.

Sara: Justin, we need to take your clothes. Justin: Why? Sara: ...'Cause there is blood all over them.

Grissom: They used to say 'never' on Sunday, then Pearl Harbor happened... I never say never.

(The body falls out of the SUV) Grissom: Well, I haven't felt that in a while. Brass: What's that? Grissom: The element of surprise.

Brass: Hey, Warrick. Is Grissom around? Warrick: You see him? Brass: You know between you and me, as long as I've been on the job I still don't like touching dead bodies. Warrick: Well, that's why you got the badge and I got the syringe.

(Heavy rain washes over the crime scene) Sara: We're losing everything! Grissom: Yeah... our killer got lucky tonight.

Paul Newsome: You're not married, are you? (Catherine looks up and stares at him) Divorced.

(Catherine walks up behind Paul Newsome, who is inspecting a broken wall with dry rot) Catherine: Is that from the rain? Paul Newsome: Depends on who's asking. Catherine: Are you hiding something or am I not worth your time? Paul Newsome: Excuse me? Catherine: Well, you are the district engineer of the city, right? You're responsible for the structural safety of this building. Paul Newsome: I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. Catherine: Catherine Willows. Las Vegas Crime Lab. Paul Newsome: Crime lab? Catherine: Yeah. The building fell down. Three people were crushed to death.

Catherine: And you're not calling this a crime scene? O'Riley: Catherine, it's a building! Catherine: O'Riley ... it's a suspect!

Sara: What's missing here? Warrick: No car. Nick: No mercy.

Grissom: Okay. How did her blood get on his shoe? Nick: Gravity. Warrick, please, on the floor on your back. Warrick: Man, why are you always trying to put me down?

Brass: I still can't believe you messed up the crime scene. Grissom: The body fell out when I opened the door. It happens. We move on. Brass: Uh-huh. It's gonna bother you all day.

Paul Newsome: Look, lady, I don't know what it is... Catherine: Catherine. Paul Newsome: Sorry. Catherine: Don't say "Sorry". Just know who you're talking to.

Grissom: Our little Jessica was a prolific note-taker. (reading post-it note on computer) "Try to be a good person today." Brass: Yeah, right. Try not to kill too many people.

Nick: Pulled a couple of hairs off of our male stabbing vic. Greg: Okay. Baby. Uh-huh. Nick: What? Greg: Nine lives. Nick: Cat hair? Greg: Meow.

Nick: Hey, Greg. Greg: Shh. I might be looking at the mother of my children here. Nick: Somebody's been putting in way too much overtime. Greg: No, this is serious. I had a date last night. And this girl has the most impossible green eyes. Just, BAM. Shoulder-length blonde hair, intelligent. And she smells so good. Nick: Cute toes? Greg: Oh, ideal. And none longer than the big toe. Both feet. But you know I need to know is what is on the inside. Nick: What's in her heart? Greg: No, her DNA. This girl has got some fine epithelials. Nick: Dude, you're sick. Man, you have officially lost it. Greg: There's a guy in Louisville, he charges 300 clams to test your spouse's underwear for foreign DNA. Now that guy is sick. I'm just a romantic. Nick: Whatever happened to getting to know someone over coffee? Letting the relationship evolve. Romantic is sending flowers, not bogarting her skin cells. Greg: Oh that's boring.

Grissom: You know what they say about looks. Brass: They can be deceiving? Grissom: They can kill.

Grissom (looking at beetle found at crime scene): Can I keep it? Catherine: Sorry, evidence. Grissom: Don't forget to feed him. Catherine: I know. Wood.