Greg: I went shopping and bought every brand of hotdog they sell in Las Vegas.
Grissom: Who's paying for it?
Greg: You mean the lab's not gonna reimburse me?
Greg: Well I couldn't identify the chatter teeth logo so I figured I could physically match one of these to the one found in the victims stomach. You know, maybe comparing that twisty thing at the end.
Grissom: Sounds like a good idea, Greg. I'm still not paying for it.
Greg: Fine, I guess I'll just eat hotdogs for the rest of the year.
Grissom: A hotdog at the ballpark tastes better than steak at the Ritz.
Greg: Well, I can tell when you're quoting something. (he sits) Who said it?
Grissom: Humphrey Bogart. Did you know that the term "hotdog" was actually coined at a baseball game? (Greg shakes his head) New York polo grounds some where around 1867. A German butcher was selling something that he called "Dachshund Sausages" out of his pie wagon. He put 'em on a roll so that his customers wouldn't burn their fingers. He'd yell out "get your Dachshund Sausages, they're red hot." (Greg looks like he wants to get up and leave) Soon all the vendors at the polo grounds were sellin' 'em too. But they were too lazy to say "Dachshund Sausages." So they just called 'em "hotdogs."
Greg: Yeah, and now there's over 50 major brands.
Grissom: Good luck. I'm rooting for you.
Greg: Well, hopefully I find a weiner.
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