Wendy: What happened?
Hodges: I was checking the unknown solubility in acetone, when I guess it caught on fire. My mind wandered.
Wendy: That's been happening a lot, Hodges. What's been going on with you?
Hodges: There's nothing going on. This is Crime Lab. Not some Tagillian Kasba.
Wendy: Excuse me?
Hodges: You, me, a DVD, I don't think that it's gonna help us catch a killer.
Wendy: Are you actually trying to blame all this on me?
Hodges: Not in so many words.
Wendy: Okay, you know what? I asked you to come over and watch a DVD, that's it. So, if you're having some fantasies about me dressed up in a tinfoil bikini, dancing around in a Kasba, on a strange alien planet, then ... good.
Wendy: Yes, good. That means that you're not as oblivious as everyone around here seems to think you are. But the fact is, if you can't handle the way... If you can't handle the way those fantasies make you feel, don't turn all that around and blame me when you screw up.
Hodges: Don't worry about it. It's not gonna happen again.
Wendy: Well, that's the not only thing that's not gonna happen.