CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

(Grissom and Catherine to the dining room where they find Chief Rittle on the dining room table, naked with an apple stuffed in his mouth) Catherine: Ex-chief of detectives. Left to make the big bucks. Consultant with security at every major casino in town and couldn't even protect himself. Grissom: There's only one interpretation for this: "Kill the pig."

Sasha: My mommy and daddy are dead, aren't they? Horatio: Well, your aunt is flying in to talk to you. Sasha: That's a yes. Horatio: I lost someone once. Sasha: Who? Horatio: Well ... Sasha: Did you feel sick? Horatio: Still do. Still do. Sasha ... people are going to say a lot of things about your mom and dad and some of them are going to be true, but what I want you to remember is that they fought like heroes for you. Will you remember that for me? (Sasha nods) Good. Good for you.

Speed: Well, people don't really buy these houses for the view. It's a place to put a million-dollar boat. Horatio: But what's your point? Catherine: The boat's missing and that's where he's killing them right now.

Horatio: So, how's your colleague Grissom doing on the aroma angle? Catherine: I'm sure he's making progress but Grissom rarely says anything until he's good and ready. Horatio: Smart man.

Horatio: Child services has sent a doctor out. Catherine: Alright, let's just be clear. This is a Las Vegas case. This is our victim and we do the processing. Horatio: Okay, I didn't say he processed her. I just said he was here. Catherine: I appreciate the respect. Horatio: You sure about that?

FBI Agent: What'd she just say? Horatio: She says you need to learn the language.

Horatio: Let me ask you another question: When you're home alone do you lock the bathroom door? Catherine: I... don't even know you. Horatio: Sure you do. We all do. It's human nature to avoid being vulnerable, isn't it?

(Catherine returns to Vegas from Miami) Catherine: Hello. Grissom: Hey. Nice tan. Catherine: Nice suit. Grissom: Yeah, well, I knew you were coming back today, so I dressed up. Catherine: Yeah...right. Grissom: Really. (Cath looks him up and down) What? Catherine: Nothing. It's just unusual to see you dressed... like that. Grissom: I had to go to the chief's funeral. Catherine: Missed me that much, huh?

(Nick and Sara are dusting a champagne bottle) Sara (to Nick): Hey Nick, have you ever been to a swingers party? Nick: Well, if it's the same thing as a frat party yeah, lots of them. You know, you get enough booze going things can get pretty wild. Sara: Frat party, huh? Well, I wouldn't know anything about that.

Calleigh: Oh, by the way, I'm Calleigh Duquesne. Don't ask how I spell it. Southern. Catherine: Catherine Willows. Southern ... Nevada. (Horatio quietly laughs) Calleigh: You got a theory on how the mother and daughter ended up all the way in Miami from Las Vegas? Catherine: We don't really work theories. Do we, Warrick? Warrick: No, just evidence. Calleigh: We're much more fanciful down here. Aren't we, Horatio? Horatio: I think that's a fair description.

Horatio: Hi. (takes a swab of honey off of her) Showgirl: Some guys like to lick it off. Horatio: Really? I'm partial to the swab myself. Catherine (walks up): Ready, honey? Horatio: Coming, dear.

Horatio: The sticky substance we got off the wife is, in fact, honey. Catherine: You say that like it means something. Horatio: Well, honey on its own is just honey, but when you add plastic wrap, it's ... a different situation.

Doc Robbins: Tuberculosis victims emit breath that smells of wet leaves. Grissom: Maple? Ash? Elm? What? Doc Robbins: I'm not sure. Brass: Miami is pulling cars out of canals -- chasing leads, debriefing the kid -- and you guys are flipping through textbooks? Grissom: This is how I work. Brass (looking at a textbook): Tuberculosis ... Cyanide poisoning ... Endocrinology. Grissom (taps the side of his nose): I'm following my nosino. Brass: You're closer to this Van Der Welk guy than you're letting on aren't you? (Grissom looks up at him, Brass gets it, and nods)

Brass: Chief was shot Friday night. It's a two-day drive if you don't stop. It's national news with national attention. I'm not surprised we're getting call-ins. Grissom: Well, if it is our little girl, she's got evidence on her from two Vegas homicides. (Grissom looks at Catherine) One of us should be down there to process. (Catherine nods, it takes a second for her to realize) Take Warrick. I don't think he's ever been to Florida.

Gordon Daimler: The Corwins lent me their jet. Catherine: Just like they lent you their boat? Gordon Daimler: Ask the pilot. Dylan called him in person telling him to fly me to Monaco. Horatio: Hmm. I'd rather call Dylan at the hospital to confirm. Catherine: The husband didn't die. You left us a witness and enough evidence to incriminate you in two states. Gordon Daimler: Rich people don't go to jail. Horatio: Gordon, you're not rich.

Doc Robbins: How about Darier Disease? Grissom: Doesn't that give you a rash that smells like human excrement? We're looking for something a little sweeter. Doc Robbins: There's diabetic ketoacidosis. Body has excess glucose which converts to ketone ... Gets expelled through the pores. Has a fruity smell. It would help if we had a piece of the assailant's clothing. (Grissom's eyes widen as he realizes something) What? Grissom: I think I overlooked some evidence.

Delko: Someone gonna cover me? Horatio: I got you. Catherine: Cover you for what? Delko: Alligators. Speedle: Only way to outrun an alligator is swim faster than the guy next to you. Right Delko? Delko: I used to have a partner. Horatio: Guys, please.