CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Season 8 Episode 9

Grissom: Pay the bill and let's go.
Warrick: How'd you know I was here?
Grissom: You've been here twice already today. We're leaving.
Warrick: Come on, Gris, why don't you sit down and have a drink with us?
Grissom: I'm on the clock.
Warrick: So am I.
Grissom: So you want to get fired.
Warrick: No, I want to let them know I'm here. I figured I'd order a couple bottles and not pay for it and see what happens.
Grissom: You think he's that stupid?
Warrick: It's worth a try. (the waitress slides her tray with the bill over to him)
Waitress: Here you go, sir.
Warrick: Thank you. (he looks at the bill: 'Compliments of the house')
Grissom (dryly): Well, now you gotta pay for it, 'cause we're not allowed to accept gifts.

Undersheriff McKeen: All right, say that I get you the warrant. What are you looking for, something that made armpit bruises?
Warrick: The barber's chair in Gedda's office made the armpit bruises.
Undersheriff McKeen: I'm agreeing with the judge. (behind Warrick he sees Grissom talking with an officer and shouts) Grissom!
Grissom (to the officer): Okay. (the officer leaves and Grissom walks over to Warrick and McKeen)
Undersheriff McKeen: You need to save your CSI here. What he has is circumstantial based off of weird bruises and a barber chair. Brown needs to get better evidence and leave the rest in our hands.
Warrick: I'm sorry, leave what in your hands -- Gedda's money? (McKeen glares at him, then turns and leaves. Warrick starts to leave, but Grissom grabs his arm)
Grissom: Listen to me. Putting Gedda in jail is not gonna solve your problems. You just got the rest of the night off.

Brass: The judge doesn't think the bruises are enough probable cause to issue a warrant.
Warrick: What judge?
Brass: Greene.
Warrick: When I was running bets for Judge Cohen, she was in on the action.
Brass: I have no comment.
Warrick: You know, these club owners -- they pay a lot of taxes; they fund campaigns; they hand out free drinks, all in exchange for protection. I mean, what can I do?
Brass: Go to the undersheriff, see if he can use his influence. But I doubt it.

Warrick: I ran Pigalle's address to find out if there are any more crimes linked to it over the years. I found hundreds: 416s, 413s, 411s ... the list goes on.
Grissom: Any consistent suspects?
Warrick: Only thing consistent is that the victims refused to file charges and the witnesses refused to give statements. And it's funny enough the cops lost interest in pursuing it.
Grissom: What are you saying?
Warrick: I'm saying it looks like Gedda is running an old school extortion racket, and you can't do that without having cops on the payroll.

Warrick: I have a good feeling he works for Gedda.
Grissom: Yeah, but we don't work off feelings, do we?

Greg: Regal Sanitation was owned by Anthony Pezzulo. I'm studying mob history for a book I'm writing.
Warrick: Pezzulo? Wasn't he the mob boss who owned the Starfly?
Greg: They called Pezzulo "Whacko," not so much for his wacky personality as for his love for whacking guys.
Grissom: Until he himself got whacked at the Wisconsin Dells in 1983. Every mob-owned business in Vegas shut down when Pezzulo died.
Warrick: These scumbags like roaches. Just when you think they're gone, they pop back up again.

Warrick: Hey, Gris, listen. About me being late ...
Grissom: You have a cell phone paid for by the department. You call, you say you're running late. What's going on with you?
Warrick: I don't know. This, uh ... this whole divorce has taken the wind out of my sails. You know, I used to have the team to distract me from all this, but even that's changed with Sara being gone. I feel kind of disconnected.
Grissom: You've got your work. Don't screw that up.

Warrick: Hey, Gris, I'm sorry I'm late. I had some business to take care of.
Grissom: This is your business. You were first up. That means you're supposed to be here first.

(Looking at parrot in one of the victim's houses)
Nick: Did you see anything?