CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Season 2 Episode 21

Grissom: Explain it to me, Ben. How does a lawyer rationalize something like this?
Sara: You know the law. You hit a guy. It was an accident. Nothing criminal. But you let it escalate to first-degree murder. I spoke with your senior partner. It was your first day on the job. Big firm. Big welcome. How many drinks did you have that night?
Grissom: Let me guess. You wanted the alcohol to wear off before you called it in, right? So you decided to wait it out. Have a cup of coffee, sober up and then call the cops. But unfortunately, Bob Martin woke up. So what do you do now, hmm? Can't walk into the Emergency Room and say, "Hey, this guy was bleeding to death in my garage while I was eating mu shu pork."
Ben Weston: I sacrificed to get where I am. My whole life was leading up to last Monday.
Grissom: Yeah. It's tough, huh? Fifteen years to build your dream and a fifteen-second phone call destroys it.

Doc Robbins: This is Ecklie's Mercedes?
Grissom: Well, actually, I sold it to him five years ago. It was in much better condition back then.

Ben Weston: Look, I'm filing a complaint with your supervisor. You're harassing me.
Grissom: If you're a lawyer, you should know the legal definition of harassment. Investigating a crime doesn't quite fit the criteria. However, a false accusation of harassment within earshot of my colleagues could be construed as slander. I know the law, too and I've actually been in a courtroom.

Catherine: So Greg said you guys are processing an S-Class.
Grissom: Yeah, what's left of it.
Catherine: Now, that's a crime. Oh, this would have broken my ex's heart. Every weekend the guy'd be test-driving another Mercedes. I'd get myself all dressed up make the dealer believe we could actually afford it. Damn. (Sara smiles at the story) Except if the car was stolen the ignition lock would be punched, right? (immediately, Grissom and Sara both look at Catherine. They hadn't thought of that)
Sara: Huh?
Catherine: Anyway, I got to go. Warrick and I are due in court. Later. (leaves)
Sara: We ... we would have caught that.
Grissom: We were distracted by what we were looking for.
Sara: Yeah. So how did the thief turn the engine over without breaking that lock?
Grissom: Maybe there is no thief.

Warrick (to Nick): The one day I'm due in court and you pull a drowning in the desert.

David: She drowned.
Nick: This is the girl I found in the desert.
David: I am aware of that. She drowned.
Nick: It's not possible, Dave-O. She was found in Diablo Canyon -- miles from the nearest water source. Lake Mead's got to be 20 miles away.
David: Desert, no desert -- I don't care. She drowned. Look, if it's any consolation she dry-drowned.
Nick: Dry-drowned?
David: Happens in about ten percent of all cases.

Sara: I've been looking for you.
Grissom: Well, it's hard to see me if you and Greg are out ahead of me.

Sara: Assuming this was a hit-and-run how does a guy with two broken legs end up on the other side of town buried in a park, covered in lye? (Grissom doesn't answer) What are you looking for?
Grissom: No sign of blood. No evidence of a cleanup.
Sara: If this is our crime scene then somewhere between here and Sunset Park, Bob Martin lost eight to ten pints of blood. (beat) Where is it?

Grissom: Maybe it was a very cold night. Mucho frio.
Nick: Mucho gracias.

Greg: Your vehicle was painted Sarasota Silver. Also, only available on the S-Series '99 models. I checked with the Mercedes State Rep. Five were sold in Nevada. Sara's tracking down the owners.
Grissom: You've, uh, already shared this information with Sara?
Greg: Yeah, an hour ago. And she was way more fascinated than you are.
Grissom: Well, I'm somewhat fascinated by the fact that I'm your boss, but you talked to her first.
Greg: Well, you were at dinner.
Grissom: I've been in the lab all day, Greg.

Nick: Well, maybe he left a day later than he said for his little marathon, you know? Followed her out here, started arguing with her no neighbors around to call the cops. She manages to fight her way free finds higher ground, he follows her, takes her down.
Det. Lockwood: So then what? He drowns her with canteen water? I'm going to let you run that by the D.A.
Nick: You should try describing a scuba diver up in a tree, man. This is nothing. No, the evidence tells a story.
Det. Lockwood: So why'd a cagey guy like our suspect leave his jacket up here?
Nick: Everybody thinks they have a plan till things start to go wrong.

(After finding a bug)
Nick: Grissom should enjoy this.

Grissom: Killer doused the body in lye.
Sara: Must have thought it would destroy the body.
Grissom: Ashes to ashes dust to dust, without the wait.

Matt Hudson: Am I being charged with murder?
Det. Lockwood: No. You altered the map, but you didn't make it rain.
Nick: No, what you did is not a crime, but it is criminal.

Grissom: So it's possible that he was wedged into the windshield of Ben Weston's Mercedes which was parked in Ben Weston's garage.
Sara: We know where Bob Martin was. Where was Ben Weston?
Grissom: My guess? ... at work, making a good impression.
Doc Robbins: Sometimes I'm glad I only deal with dead people.