CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Brass: So how did his B-L-U-D end up on your face?

Wendy: You know, if you're still having trouble coming to terms with the fact that this isn't your lab, I suggest counselling. Greg: I would like you to run these, please? Wendy: M'kay.

Grissom: This is what happens when you don't wear your seatbelt. David: That's why I always do. Greg: It's the law, even in limos.

Drops' Attorney: Captain Brass, I've seen the ballistics report. The shots fired from inside the limo were fired second. That's textbook self-defense. Drops (smiling): Textbook self-defense... Told you, forensics be jammin' a brother up.

Sofia (looking at a paper shaped rose): Looks like a bar napkin. Catherine: Yeah, that's been shaped, rolled and twisted. Las Vegas Origami. Pretty corny. Sofia: Probably work on me. Catherine: That bad, huh?

Brass: You got booze, bling, girls, guns and drugs in a limo. Would you call that doing legitimate business? Drops: Yeah.

Grissom: The D.A tells me you requested that he go easy on Aaron James. Greg: Yeah. Grissom: He's getting a suspended sentence. He was released on his own recognizance. If the kid's brother hadn't died, would you have done the same? Greg: I don't know, I just, uh... Do you think it's wrong? Grissom: Doesn't matter what I think.

Mrs. James: Taking one of my boys wasn't good enough was it? Now you've got to take both? What did we ever do to you? Greg: Mrs. James, I don't have anything against you or your family. Mrs. James: Then what is it? Is it the money? Then take it! I just want my boy back! Sara: Mrs. James, you need to calm down... Mrs. James: I'm not talking to you! Sara: You're going to get yourself in trouble here. Officer: Ma'am. You're gonna have to leave. Mrs. James (to officer): Protecting the nice white boy from the mean black lady. (to Greg) You've gotta help me. You owe me. You owe me! (the Officer pulls her down the hall and Greg follows) Greg: What do I owe you? Mrs. James: Huh. Yeah, like you don't know. Greg: I'll tell you what I know. I know that Demetrius was a killer. And Aaron, Aaron made the decision to hang out with Drops. He made the decision to do drugs, and to bring that girl into the limo. That's not on me. It's on him. And you. Mrs. James: Aaron is all I have left. (she walks away)

Catherine: Don't tell me you're tired of the field already. Hodges: No, I had to catch up on my Perez Hilton. Catherine: I take it you're not going to pull a Sanders, then? Hodges: Let's see... Clean friendly lab, bullet-strewn, urine-soaked street? That's a tough call.

Drops: Whoa! Crimelab Nick Stokes! I see we're between bad haircuts.

Nick: Okay, now I need you to remove all of your clothing. Including your shoes.(hands him some orange scrubs) You can put these on for now, and I'll come back to get them when your done. Drops: No thanks, uh, I've got one of my queens bringing me a suit. I will not be throwing on these nasty ass scrubs. Nick: You are covered in blood. Your clothes are evidence now, and I am going to come back in here, and I'm going to get them. If not, you're just going to be standing here in your underwear. Drops: What underwear? I don't wear drawers. Nick: This is not a compromise Kellen. (to guard) You might want to close your eyes, or turn around.

Grissom (looking at a bullet casing): Fifty caliber, casing looks new. I bet it's from a Desert Eagle. Hodges: Or a coffee shop. I could drink an espresso out of that thing.

Hodges: I was right. This is a lot like garbage collecting. Greg: You're not helping Hodges. Hodges: I have no intention to. Field rotation for the lab techs was Ecklie's idea. He was very explicit that I was only allowed to observe.

Greg: This neighborhood rains lead. Grissom: Yeah, and we have to process every last drop of it. Greg: We're going to make Bobby Dawson's boat payment this month.

Greg: Open champagne bottle, white powder residue. Think it's coke? Grissom (shining his flashlight on brain matter and skull fragments): Well then that must be his brain on drugs. Greg: Party till you drop. Grissom: Or get shot, whichever comes first.

Brass: Huskins. You first responding? Officer Huskins: Yes sir. We got one dead guy in the limo, the rest are cuts and bruises. Brass: So what's the story? Officer Huskins: The witnesses are pretty much in sync. They heard several gunshots from down the street, they saw the limo, and everyone started hightailin' it. Brass: Right, running of the bulls Las Vegas style, heh. Do I get a feeling the driver didn't see anything? Officer Huskins: No, sir. Brass: Make sure you do a Nystagmas before you pound them through FST's. Limo equals drugs and whatnot. And collect all the cell phones. Officer Huskins: Are we authorized to do that sir? Brass: No. Hey! Anybody have any photos, videos of the crash? If you do, I promise to get them on channel 8 news. (the crowd all hold up their cell phones) You'd better wear gloves before you do the collection, there's a lot of interrupted lap dances out there.

Greg: Someone in the limo had a gun. Grissom: And apparently Drops wasn't telling the whole truth.

Drops: Now c'mon, Crime Lab, I thought we was old buddies. Nick: The only thing we have in common, Kellen, are the dead bodies that seem to keep piling up around you.