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Grissom: Ecklie! I want everything right now.
Ecklie: I've been going over it.
Grissom: The Collins case is my shift. You are completely off base.
Ecklie: What, you're afraid I'll find something that might show you up?
Grissom: Oh, I'm sure, if you could, you would have by now. Where is it?
Ecklie: I don't care that you got some pimply-faced kid to confess. You kept the Sheriff out of the loop. That's a career killer, Gil.
Grissom: That's what so sad, Conrad. You think of this as a career.
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Brass (looking at Jesse's polygraph results): Well, the sick bastard is on the up and up. Except your last question. Your "Why"?
Catherine: That they killed the family so they could be together?
Brass: Operator says his respiratory reactions were inconsistent. He's lying.
Nick: We got them both. I don't much care why they did it.
Warrick: I'm with you there.
Grissom: I care. I don't like holes. What are they hiding?
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Sheriff Mobley: Grissom.
Grissom: Sheriff?
Sheriff Mobley: The mayor has already called. So what have you got?
Grissom: Nothing.
Sheriff Mobley: I'm not asking you to lay out your whole case. Just give me something I can run with. I have got to feed the press and defuse the panic.
Grissom:: As soon as I have something, you'll have something.
Sheriff Mobley: Here's a thought. Why don't you try being more like Ecklie?
Grissom: I could speak volumes about Conrad Ecklie, but I have a crime scene to process so ... you'll have to excuse me.
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Sara: Blood swirl on the wall. Are you thinking cult? Manson?
Grissom: Somebody left a message. I need to see the rest of it.
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Grissom: What did you find out about the psych exam on the little girl?
Sara: The shrink says the kid is in a catatonic state from a trauma. I
could've told you that. But she did respond to the name "Buffalo."
Grissom: Respond how?
Sara: She freaked out. (Catherine stares at Sara and takes a deep breath)
Grissom: And... what are you doing about it now? (Sara nods as she looks at Grissom)
Sara: Going back to the girl. (beat) I left her in the car. (Grissom looks at her. Catherine can't believe what she's hearing) The windows are cracked. (Grissom stares at Sara, absolutely no expression on his face. Sara breaks out into a smile and stands up) Give me a little credit. She's at the hospital. (Warrick snickers at the fast one Sara just pulled on Grissom and Catherine. Nick also smiles. Grissom turns to look at Catherine. Catherine stares)
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(Catherine's pager goes off)
Catherine: That would be Grissom.
Eddie: How is your boyfriend?
Catherine (unamused): Ed.
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(Grissom shuts off the lights to check evidence, and not knowing Warrick was in the room, there's a thud and Warrick swears)
Warrick: You need to tell somebody when you're cutting the lights.
Grissom: What, are you working for OSHA now?
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Grissom: Hey, stop! Evidence! (Det. O'Riley stops and changes his course, staying off of the main floor and on the sides of the room)
Det. O'Riley: We got to hug the wall? This is the only room with no blood in it. There's nothing to disturb.
Grissom: You guys will never get it, will you?
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(Seeing a couple officer's throwing up)
Grissom: What's wrong with your two guys?
Det. O'Reilly: They've been inside.
(Grissom looks at the house and sighs)
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Ecklie: I just got off the phone with the Sheriff. He wants results, Gil.
Grissom: He should go to a sports book. I hear the Stardust is good.
Ecklie: No. What he should do is go to his first team... my team.
Grissom: Teams, Conrad? I didn't know this was a competition.
Ecklie: Well, it is, and my crew usually wins.
Grissom: Really? Didn't graveyard beat day shift in softball last summer?
Ecklie: You know, you can joke all you want. It's your ass on the line.
Grissom: I think it was 14-3.
Ecklie: Like I said, it's all about results. And, if you don't get them, I will.
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Sara (looking at Brenda's coloring): That's very pretty. (Brenda scratches out the picture) Or not. (Brenda puts the crayon down) Want to go for another ride? (without saying anything, Brenda pushes the paper and all the crayons off the table and onto the floor. She puts her hands flat against her ears) I'll take that as a "yes."
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Grissom: Do you feel this?
Sara (nods): Her soul's still in the room.
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Brass (finds a pair of blood covered jeans): Whoa. Is this a pair of jeans under all that blood?
Grissom: 'Yet who would've thought the old man could have so much blood in him?'
Brass: What was that?
Grissom: That's Shakespeare.