CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Warrick: Alright then, let's head upstream. Catherine: I knew you were going to say that.

Warrick: Sara? Sara: I'm not touching anything. (Warrick watches the bombs) Warrick: No. Put your stuff down and step away from the closet. Sara: What? Warrick: Put down your stuff and step away from the closet. (Warrick grabs Sara by the back of her vest and pulls her back. Sara looks back at Warrick. She follows his gaze into the closet and sees the pipe bombs. Sara slowly backs away from the closet and stands up) Sara: Those are pipe bombs. Warrick: Yeah. (in radio) Dispatch... this is CSI Brown. We're at the Durbin residence. We have explosives on the scene. Roll out bomb squad immediately. Roll out bomb squad. (Sara takes out a tool and kneels inside the closet) What are you doing? Sara: There's blood evidence on the door. If the bomb squad detonates the place, it's gone. Warrick: Sara. Sara: It'll only take a second. (Sara uses the wrench to take the bolt off the door hinge. The first one comes loose and falls to the floor with a solid thud. Sara glances nervously up at the pipe bomb on the tool kit in the closet. It rocks in place. Sara stands up to get the bolt off the top of the door. Warrick hands her an electric screwdriver from his own kit) Warrick: Here, try this. (Sara uses the electric screwdriver and gets the first screw off the door's hinge plate. It falls to the floor. She turns and looks at the bomb. It doesn't move) Sara: Nice. (Sara removes the remaining screws off the hinge plate. Warrick tries to get the door off. It won't budge. He and Sara both rattle the door lightly to try to take it off) Warrick: It's stuck. Sara: I think we're gonna need a little push. (Warrick takes a deep breath) Warrick: All right. On three. One... two... three. (they pull the door off the closet. The pipe bomb doesn't move) Can we get the hell out of this place now?

Brass: Well, the kid gets murder, mom's an accessory, and dad gets felony explosives. It's a family-value pack.

Grissom: If you're gonna be sick, Greg, do it in the sink. Doc Robbins: Not in the drain pan. Greg: I don't feel sick.

Sara: I don't have a death wish and I'm not a drunk. In case you were worried. Grissom: I'm not worried. I'm concerned. Sara: Isn't that kind of the same thing?

Greg: What are you doing? Grissom: Good you're here. (throws a cup at him) Fill this up for me will ya? Greg: With what? Grissom: It's a urine specimen cup, Greg. What do ya think? Greg (scoffs): Okay. (A little later Greg comes back with the cup filled) Grissom: That took a long time. You may need a prostate exam. Greg: My prostate is just fine. I'm not a soda fountain. Grissom: Well, hopefully you are, 'cause I need a number two as quickly as possible. Greg: What is this all about? Grissom: The victims body was found in the sewer. Ambient temperature 80 degrees. The corrosive chemicals caused the body to decompose faster than normal. And I wanna find out how much faster. Today. Greg: This is some kind of CSI hazing. Make me appreciate blood and semen more.

Sara: I heard you finally lost your virginity. (Greg gives her a look and Sara smiles) First autopsy, how was it? Greg: It was fine. How was your first time? How'd you react? Sara: I puked. Greg: I didn't puke. Sara: Way to go, tough guy.

(Catherine slips and falls and Warrick catches her) Warrick: You all right? Catherine: Yeah. I think. Warrick: Whoa. (pause, they stare at each other with their faces a mere inch apart, they keep staring at each other until someone interrupts them)

Catherine: So this isn't about drugs or beatin' up homeless dudes, it's just plain stupidity.

Catherine: Did I ever tell you the city paid me a dollar a square foot to rip out my lawn and replace it with rocks? Because we were in a drought. Warrick: Are you kiddin' me? Catherine: No. Warrick: This city was not made for rain.

(About the victim in the drain) Grissom: Well, at least we know where he came from. (shines his flashlight down the sewer) Catherine: Aren't we going to at least draw straws? Grissom: No.

Mr. Durbin: Sons of bitches! I'm gonna sue your ass into the ground. I hope you know that. Yeah. I'm gonna own you. I'm gonna own this whole place. In fact, maybe that's where I'll live. I'm just gonna move in here. Catherine: Let me guess, he lawyered up? Brass: Yeah. He stopped talking right after I told him we blew up his house.

Rick Dysart (to Grissom after sweeping the garage for bombs): Only one thing you need to worry about: If you see me running, make sure you keep up.

Owen Durbin (threatening Catherine and Brass): You talk to my mother like that again, I'll kill you. I'll kill both of you!