CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

(Grissom and Sara are watching the team go-karting, Nick stops his) Nick: Hey, do you want to ride? Sara: Wish I could. Nick: How about you, Ricky Bobby? Grissom: No thanks. I like to watch. Nick: Okay. (smiles, flips his visor on his helmet down and speeds off) Sara: You should go. Grissom: Yeah? Sara: Yeah, you should go. Grissom: (smiles) Okay.

Catherine: I'm sorry, but this is a stupid idea for a restaurant. I need to see what I'm eating. Warrick: (wearing night vision goggles he found at the crime scene) I can see just fine. Catherine: Where are you? Warrick: Right here. (she turns on the lights and is a couple inches from him) Catherine: Hi! Warrick: Hi! Catherine: Night vision goggles? Warrick: Yeah, someone left these behind. Catherine: Kinda defeats the purpose of dining in the dark. Warrick: Unless you don't come here for the food.

Lady: Dining should be an experience like opera, or art. It should feed the soul as well as the belly. You should, smell it, touch it, and let it rest on your tongue. I'm selling sensuality here. I encourage eating with your hands. Texture is critual. The salty, meaty flesh of lobster drenched in creamy, clarified french butter. The poppy seeded flesh and firm skin of a fresh fig, dipped in honey. The tongue understands four major taste groups. Salty, sweet, sour, bitter. It has over 10,000 taste buds each with its one direct connection to the pleasure center of the brain, triggering endorphins. The anticipation and the release of eating good food is chemically quite similar to getting high on drugs. Brass: And apparently just as dangerous.

Grissom: Blood trail leads up from there, so we follow the blood. (heads up the road) Greg: He say anything to you about what's happening with Sara? Nick: No. (they continue to walk up the hill following Grissom, marking the blood on the road) So, did Sara ever say anything to you about her and Grissom? Greg: Not with so many words. Nick: So, you knew about the two of them? Greg: Yeah. (Nick looks shocked)

Nick (watching people race go-karts): You know, when I was a kid, we used to make these things out of lunch trays and you know, lawn mower engines. Greg: When I was a kid I used to make bombs... little bombs.

Nick: So, your statement is, he just...spontaneously lost his head? Rodney: Yeah. You know, one minute, he's-he's staring at me. The next, I look back, and the headless horseman is driving his cart.

Detective (reading the football helmet, which has a decapitated head in it): Sagebrush Valley High School. The Cobras. Nick: Looks like he could still be in high school. Boy, football's gotten a lot more brutal since my playin' days. Detective: Well, where's the rest of him? Still out on the field? Nick: Well, there are no high school football fields around here. What do you think, Grissom? Grissom: Ichabod was horror struck on perceiving that he was headless.

Catherine: We've got a high profile dead guy in a locked room situation with sixteen diners and three blind waiters... Give me something. Warrick: How about a band aid with petals? Catherine: It's not a band aid. It's a nipple flower.

Warrick: It's a crowded restaurant, somebody must have seen something. Brass: Not exactly, welcome to the latest fad, dining in the dark. (presses a remote that makes the room pitch black) The waiters are blind. No one sees anything. Piece of cake, huh? Catherine: Did he just leave? Warrick: I think so. David (anxiously): Guys... I have a dead body here..

Grissom: When did you tell Ecklie we got involved? Sara: Two years ago. Why, what did you tell him? Grissom: Nine years ago. Sara (laughs): The Forensic Academy conference. Grissom: Yeah. You, uh, had too many questions about anthropology for some reason. Sara: Well, I was stalling. I was trying to get the nerve to ask you to dinner. Grissom: You had a ponytail. Sara: I'm gonna move to swing. Grissom: We talked about this. Sara: I know that you said you would do it but I don't wanna do that to the team. Besides, I am sure that I could use more daylight in my life. (long pause) We should go. Grissom: Yeah.

Ecklie: You've been dodging me, it's time to talk. Gil, nobody wants to hear about your love life less than I do, but since you didn't handle this right, I have to take a formal statement. (Grissom stares at him) It should have been a conversation between friends. I mean we could find someway around this. Catherine could have done Sara's evaluations. Why didn't you just tell me? Grissom: We didn't want you to know. Ecklie: Don't most women like the world to know they are dating someone? Grissom: Where do you get your information about women, Conrad? Ecklie (pauses): Okay... so when did you two... you know... Grissom: Nine years ago. Ecklie: You know what? You two need to get your stories straight.

Ecklie: What's going on here? Grissom: We're trying to determine if a steel-belted truck tire can decapitate a kid driving a go-kart. Ecklie: I thought that was an urban myth. Grissom: Myths, legends, tall tales, they all come from something real. Nick: If that truck was going 60mph, drafting a truck going the same speed, and that truck blows a tire, sending the projectile into the victim's neck and-- Ecklie: Yeah the combined speed is 120mph, which is about-- Greg: 962 foot pounds of energy. Grissom: Let's go fellas. (Nick and Greg move over by him, Ecklie is staring at the dummy made out of ballistics gel) C'mon Conrad, there's always room for jello. Ecklie: That's expensive jello. Greg: I love this. (Grissom shoots the tire at the dummy, it takes its neck off) Ecklie: It worked. See if we can't reuse some of that.

Lady: Oh my god, I can't even see it and it feels so big. The ring, I mean.

Hodges: Just so you know, I'm a bit of a go-kart enthusiast myself. Nick: That's awesome...(leaves)

Doc Robbins (looking at the vic's decapitated head): His face looks like hamburger.

Nick (to Rodney): Nothing says "I'm guilty" like running from the cops, dumbass.

Warrick: One minute we're married and the next... Catherine: You know what, good for you. Divorces should be like band-aids. One quick yank and done. Warrick: You think? Catherine: Ah, what do I know. Eddie and I stayed together way too long. Every decision was an act of congress.

Ecklie: Hey, how's the arm? Sara: Fractured in two places. (Ecklie tries to call Grissom, no answer, so he leaves a message on his phone) Ecklie: Is it feeling better? Sara: Yeah. Ecklie: So, you must know where he is. Sara: Actually, I don't. Ecklie: Really? Um... (pauses) Look, I don't wanna play any games here, this is as difficult for me as it is for you. So, let's just get this over with, shall we? Okay, then, this is an administrative inquiry. You and your supervisor were in direct violation of lab policies. Sara: Are. Ecklie (pauses for a second): Are. In direct violation of lab policies, which states that members of the same forensic team may not engage in a romantic relationship. So, when did you and Supervisor Grissom begin your relationship? Sara: Well, we've always had a relationship. Ecklie (pauses, looks uncomfortable): I mean... when did you become intimate? Sara: Two years ago. I think it was a Sunday.

Greg: We found high velocity blood spatter in the rear wheel well of the victim's cart. Which means, he lost his head at high speed. Nick: So, how did Hot Rod decapitate Vinny while racing down a highway at 60mph? Grissom: Maybe he didn't. Greg: People's heads don't just fly off for no reason.