CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Grissom: They say the eyes are the window to the soul. Warrick: Yeah, my grandma used to say that all the time. Grissom: In a way, it's true. The aqueous fluid and the vitreous in the human eye allows for an image to be reflected in it.

Grissom: What is this? Sara: It's, uh, just what it says: It's a request for a leave of absence -- six months ... year, maybe. Grissom: Why? Sara: I was thinking of checking out the federal government system - FBI ... Grissom (scoffs): We have the best lab in the country. Sara: I need a different work environment. Grissom: What does that mean? Sara: One with, um, communication ... respect. Grissom: Everybody here respects you. Sara: You don't. Grissom: Is this about that hamburger thing? Sara: No, Grissom ... this is not about that "Hamburger" thing. I-I-I don't believe you. How can you reduce everything that I've said to some kind of single quirk? Do you think the problem here is just about me? (Grissom looks suprised) If you don't sign my leave, I'm going to have to quit. (turns to leave) Grissom: Hey, Sara? (she turns to face him) The lab needs you here. Sara: Great. (walks out of his office)

Russ Bradley: Brad, make me a deal. Brad: I can't. Russ: What do you mean you can't? You got me four years for murder. Brad: I can't. Russ: You can get me something. Grissom: No, he can't! In the State of Nevada, we're all bound by a legal statute. The sexual assault of a minor age 14 and under is a mandatory life sentence with no possibility for parole.

Catherine (watching Grissom do an experiment using meat): Sara's not gonna be too happy with that experiment in the fridge. Grissom: I'm putting it in the freezer.

Brass: People donate their body to science end up submerged in a pond? Crammed in a car? Catherine: Body Farm; creepy. Grissom A Body Farm is not creepy. It's a controlled study of situational decomposition. All in all, a very healthy place. Catherine: Tell that to Slim hanging from the tree. (Catherine looks over at the skeleton hanging from the tree not too far away from the one they were called in to examine)

(On the phone ordering flowers for Sara) Grissom: Yeah, hi. I-I-I'd like to get some flowers for a girl. No, no. Not flowers. A plant. A living plant. She likes vegetation.

(Upon finding an insect on the victim's clothes) Catherine: Well, look, one of your friends. Grissom: It's a carpet beetle. It shouldn't be here. Catherine: The vic seem more like a hardwood floors kind of guy to you?

Jane Bradley: Believe me. Catherine: I'll believe the DNA.

(Sara and Cath are in the hallway walking into the breakroom) Sara: Wow, you got to go to the body farm? Catherine: Yeah. Sara: I've always wanted to go there. What was it like? Catherine: Quiet. (now in the breakroom) Warrick: I hear Grissom goes there all the time. Like even on his nights off. Nick (walking over to the fridge): Why does that not surprise me? (he opens the fridge and sighs) Man, something stinks in here again. (he grabs his lunch out of the fridge) Sara: What, bad milk? Cottage-cheese bad? Nick: Worse. It's all over my sandwich. Smell that. (he hands her his sandwich, she reacts to the smell. She then kneels down to look in the fridge and sees a container on the top shelf) Sara: Yeah. He's got one of his experiments in there. Nick: You're kidding me? Catherine: Blood or bugs? Sara: It's not bugs. Warrick: Oh, that's so not cool. That's a community fridge. Nick: Man, someone has got to talk to Grissom about this. Grissom (walking in): Talk to me about what? Nick: You leaving your experiments in our refrigerator. Grissom: Well, the lab fridge was full. I put it in last night. Nick: Well... Grissom: I'm going to test for horizontal motion on bloodstains. Vis-a-vis surface textures. (Nick looks annoyed. Catherine takes a sip of her coffee and discretely tries to ignore the smell. Grissom is clueless as he takes out the container of blood from the fridge and opens it) Hey, any of you guys got any linoleum at home? (Catherine catches a smell of the open container and this time, she discretely pinches her nose trying to avoid the smell. Sara is quiet) Nick (sits down still annoyed at being ignored): That blood is rank, man. Grissom: I know. That's why the Red Cross gives it to us 'cause it's past its expiration date. (Grissom puts it back in the fridge and talks to Catherine about the case a little then leaves) Warrick: Way to go, Nick. You really told him. Nick: I told him... he just doesn't hear it.

Grissom: So, take some photos of the experiment for the D.A., and then get rid of that stuff. Sara: That meat? That raw meat?... Me? Grissom: ...Yeah. Sara: How many meals have we shared together? Grissom: I don't know. Sara: Take a guess. Over a year working together. Grissom: Thirty? Sara: I'm a vegetarian, everyone here knows I'm a vegetarian. I haven't eaten meat since we stayed up that night with that dead pig. It pains me to see ground beef. Forget about cleaning it up. Grissom: Okay... have Nick do it. (leaves)

(to Grissom upon seeing a bug) Catherine: Hey, look at that. Your six-legged soul mate.

Grissom: Tough case, huh? Catherine: Just give me a straight-ahead murder any day. Grissom: Well, you wouldn't be human if it didn't effect you. Catherine: I heard about you and ... uh ... Sara. Grissom: Sara, you know, she gets very emotional... Catherine: Are you in denial? No, that's ... no, no ... way too analytical. Wow, you got burned bad, huh? Welcome to the club. I got third-degree burns from my marriage. Happens to everybody. Everybody just moves on. Grissom: Good, let's move on. Catherine: But you have to deal with it. You have to deal with it first. You got to deal with it before it goes away. You are the supervisor. You have responsibilities, and people are making a family around you whether you like it or not, whether you give them permission or not. We don't have to go to the Grand Tetons together, just ... every now and then 'ya gotta lift your head up out of that microscope.