CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

(Grissom opens the envelope to find a plain sheet of paper) Catherine: Blank. What's that mean? Grissom: We have nothing.

Brass (walks into Grissom's office): Dr. Livingston. Your dead man is making cash withdrawals. Grissom: Which one? The first victim or the second? Brass: The second. Stuart Rampler. The bank called. His ATM card showed a couple of withdrawals after his time of death. Grissom (pleased): ATM machines take photographs every three seconds. Maybe we can get a Kodak moment of this guy. I want the machine here. I want prints. I want film. I want everything. Brass: The whole machine? Grissom: Yeah, the whole machine. Brass: Okay. (turns and leaves the office)

Grissom: What happened? Brass: You tell me Carnac.

(Grissom just caught Warrick and Nick playing video games) Grissom: Hey! You guys want an assignment slip or a pink slip?

(Warrick walks into the garage where Nick is fuming the car) Warrick: Supergluing the entire car. That's a little excessive don't you think? (Nick comes out from behind the car) Nick: Hey! Man this is war. (Warrick laughs and looks at the items out on a table) Warrick: What's all this?

(Nick and Warrick are explaining each of their theories) Nick: But don't drink and drive, you might spill your drink.

Nick: You care to back that up? My phantom driver against your crime scene? Warrick: How much? Nick: Fifty. Warrick: I don't get out of bed for less than a bill.

Grissom: We're going off the board tonight. Sara: Off the board? Catherine: Old Cases. The ones that got away; fish. Sara: Ah. I missed that one.

Stuart Rampler (message on tape recorder): My name is Stuart Rampler. I reside at 818 Noeing Hill Court, Las Vegas, Nevada. I am 43 years of age, and I'm going to kill myself. I just can't do it anymore. I love you, mom. Grissom (into mirror): You're back.

Warrick (to Nick, who's going over the victims clothes): What are you doing? His laundry?

(Dr. Robbins pulls a body out of storage. He goes over the body with Grissom and Catherine) Dr. Robbins: I've read Klausbach's report on Royce Harmon the first staged suicide. Grissom: Similarities? Dr. Robbins: Well, based on the entry wound, they were both murdered. But here's where it gets fun. (he shows the wound on the back of Stuart Rambler's left hand) Catherine: That looks like he was shot trying to protect himself. Grissom: What else, Doc? My mind is painting. Dr. Robbins: He was paid a little visit from Mr. Muzzle stamp. (he shows them the bruise on the temple)

Brass (Grissom plays the tape recorder): What kind of language is that? Swedish? Grissom: It's backward.

Greg: So... what's the pot up to? Nick: We don't bet on cases. Greg: Ah. Of course you don't. So who's winning? Warrick and Nick (same time): I am. Greg: Fiends.

Brass: Oh, you're gonna love this. (opens bathroom door) Ring any bells? Rub-a-dub-dub, dead man in the tub.

Grissom: Life's like holding a dove. You hold it too hard... Catherine: ... you kill it. Grissom: Hold it too soft... Sara: ... and it'll fly away.

Nick: Aww...want me to make you a bottle and go night-night? Warrick: Aww....want me to clock your jaw and make you go night-night?

Warrick: There's other questions to answer first. Nick: Like what? Warrick: Footprints and tire treads. Nick: I hate you. Warrick: You love me. Who are you kidding?

(Brass comes out of the bathroom) Brass: Quincy wants to be alone. (A little later) Uniformed Cop: Why does he want to be alone? Brass: He wants to get his mojo working.