CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Grissom: You know what's really sad? This wasn't just a murder. It was a hate crime. Kevin Marcus hated himself.

Grissom: There's a theory in art that the Mona Lisa was really a feminized version of Leonardo Da Vinci himself. Sara: Concept suggests ... Deep down we're all narcissists? Grissom: Yeah. What attracts us the most is ourselves.

Warrick: Two guys break and enter and get into some kind of an altercation. Catherine: One ends up killing the other. David: And almost Catherine. That had to be scary, huh? Catherine: I didn't have time to be scared, David.

Catherine: Hey, um, hand me a swab, would you? Warrick: You know I could do this for you. Catherine: Not going to hurt any less. (Catherine takes a swab from the cut on her head)

Greg: There's, uh, something weird going on with the hairs from the ropes. Well, not weird. More like...hair-raising. (Grissom doesn't smile or laugh) Sorry, bad one.

Nick: Hey. Do you mind, little man? I'm trying to work here. Man: Really? Nick: Yeah. Man: You making any progress, CSI man? Nick: Some. Man: Uh-huh. Are we getting your A-game or your B-game? (Nick smiles a little) Nick: Come again? Man: You see us little people we're used to getting the short end of the stick. (Nick chuckles) You don't get to laugh at that.

Nick: How long for DNA? Greg: Well, give me something to compare it to. Get me the fiancée's blood. Nick: Well, I can't just give you her blood. That takes a court order. Greg: I'm open 24 hours.

Greg (grumbling about Grissom): You know, I hate it when he does that. I like to make a presentation, you know? Nick: So, present. Greg: Eh, forget it.

Warrick: Cath? You all right? Don't let him get to you like that. Catherine: I was scared...and I still am. (Warrick puts his arms around Catherine) Don't tell anyone, okay.

Melanie Grace: Does he ever talk? Sara: Yeah. At, uh, random intervals. Grissom: I was admiring your reaching tool. Melanie Grace: I have one I use to wipe my tush with. Would you like to take a look at that, too?

Sara: Is this some kind of convention? Grissom: Little People Convention. Every year they come from all over the world to a designated city. Socialize, network. It's their Prom, Olympics, and New Year's Eve all rolled into one. (As they walk, a man in a wheelchair nearly runs into Nick) Nick: Oh, hey. Excuse me. Man: Don't think so, square jaw. (Grissom and Sara continue along the ballroom unaware of Nick's close encounter) Sara: Grissom, how do you know this? Grissom: I get the newsletter.

(After she was attacked at a crime scene, she fell into the victim's blood) Catherine (to Warrick): Don't touch me, I'm evidence.

Melanie Grace: My first IOLP convention -- I walk in, see 200 Dwarfs staring back at me and what goes through my head? "There's no way I look like these people." I ran. Grissom: But you went back. Melanie Grace: Eventually. I guess I realized it's nice to see eye-to-eye with someone. Grissom: Mm. Melanie Grace: I get the impression that's a little tough for you. "The freaks have looked at her in a secret way and tried to connect their eyes with hers as though to say, we know who you are. We are you." Grissom (smiles): Faulkner. Melanie Grace: Close. Another southern writer. Carson McCullers. Grissom: I think we look for the differences in each other to prove that we're not alone. Melanie Grace: What's yours? Your difference? (Grissom is silent) Mine's the worst. Random gene. Anyone can have a dwarf. Sometimes I've even seen terror in average-size people's eyes. I remind them that their little carbon copies might not be such a copy after all. Grissom: Well, mine's genetic, progressive and impossible to predict. Melanie Grace: And hard to notice ... unless you tell someone.

Nick: Okay, back to midgets. Grissom: Nick? 'Dwarves' or 'little people'.

Sara: Different types of dwarves, different social status? Grissom: Hey, discrimination isn't just for tall people.

Sara: Guy does a suicide in a public place. He was trying to make a statement. Grissom: Suicide? Sara: It's a reasonable suspicion. Nick: Suicide among any disability group is above average. Grissom: Being a dwarf doesn't mean you're disabled, Nick. It means you're ... short. (beat) I think we've got a little murder.