CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Season 8 Episode 14

Walter: You owe me somethin' else.
Drops: What for Vic? What's that 25 more? You can take the whole couch if you want to.
Walter: No, no, no. I got my pay. I need my payback. I lost my wife. (stands up and points a gun at Dana) I'm gonna let you choose which one you lose. Either your girl or your baby.

Walter: My J.J bangs one of your whales, 24/7 from Christmas to New Years and you stiff us.
Drops: Wait, wait. Stiff you? I got busted. I went to jail. Technically I'm still in jail.

Nick (answering his phone): Hey, Grissom. Don't worry, we're gonna get him.
Grissom: The undersheriff will be pleased to know that. The 9mm casing found at business manager's apartment and the one from Valinda Carlisle's car, were fired from the same gun.
Nick: No suprises there.
Grissom: Yeah, but it's not the gun that was used to kill Jessica Jaynes.
Nick: I think Walter Jaynes is the one on the rampage here and he's dragging Dana Espenoza with 'em.
Grissom: Any idea where?
Nick: No, no. Not yet.
Grissom (a little angry): You might want to work on that, Nick. (Grissom hangs up, and Nick just looks at his phone)

Brass: That's Jessica Jaynes' husband, what's Dana doing with him?
Drops: Beats the hell outta me. Walter's J.J's pimp ... your favorite word.

Nick: J.J was after your money, now Walter is, and he's taking your girlfriend hostage to get it.
Brass: Where's the money, Kellen? Because I bet that's where we're gonna find both of them.
Drops: Man, talk to my lawyers. Better yet, talk to the tax dudes, they know where it is.

Drops (after he's about to go talk to someone alone): Now, what about the cuffs, yo? (Brass sighs) Now, why would anybody talk to someone whose already arrested?

Brass (unenthused after Drops gives him an address): Jackson and D, yippee, we're going to the hood.

Nick: So, who else would Dana go for help? Zigzag doesn't seem to be like a very big talker.
Drops: You're a lot funnier than I remember, crime lab, you been goin' to cop-comedy school?

Nick: And what makes you so sure that Dana would go to this guy Bruce anyway?
Drops: If Dana's on the run, she's gonna need some on the run money, and let's say Zigzag, handles certain aspects of my finances.
Brass: What? Like laundering the street fig?
Drops: No, actually my 401k. Why you always tossin' the pimp card at me, man? I guess to you a black man in a suit is a pimp.
Brass: Aw, did I hurt your feelings?

Drops (while being released from jail for 48 hours to help them, sees Brass and Nick): Well, look who it is: Mom and Dad. (they put cuffs and an ankle braclet on him) One big happy family, huh?
Brass: Get in the car. (Drops does and Brass shuts the door) I got a feeling that I'm gonna regret this.
Nick: I already do.

Catherine: You ever worry that you could be replaced by a computer?
Archie: Every day of my life.

Drops (about Dana): This is the type of girl that you have to find in person.
Nick: Well, give us some addresses.
Drops: What are you gonna do? Mapquest her ass? 'Cause that's not gonna work. There's only one way to find this girl. Let me out. (Brass laughs) What? No, for real. I can have her for you today.
Nick: You think that we can just pop you outta jail?
Drops: Yeah. 48 hours. Like the flick, they bust Eddie outta jail, get the bad guy, everything's cool.
Nick: You think this is a joke, man? Dead bodies are piling up around your new family, now that would worry me.

Grissom: Yeah, well whose the 'somebody'? Because the only name on the lease is Drops' and he has a really good alibi.
Nick: Yeah, and even if he knew who it was he's not just gonna give him up.
Wendy (walks up to them): He may not have to.

Catherine (to Nick who is adjusting a dummy): Maybe these will help out, or would you two like to be alone?
Nick: Oh, very funny.
Catherine: Grissom comes up with a theory and we get to do the reenactments and the photo docks.
Nick: Yeah, well it's good to be the king I suppose.
Catherine: Sure is.

Catherine (after finding something to disprove Grissom's theory): I like it when the king gets it wrong, keeps him human.

Drops: I told you I don't know. So unless you want me to start lyin'...
Brass: You never stop.
Drops: If that's the way you feel ... (wipes his hands 'clean') ... I'm out.

Brass (about the victim): You know any unhappy customers of hers?
Drops: Look at her. (referring to her autopsy photo) She even looks good in that picture.

Brass (about the victim): So, what, were you pimpin' her out, superfly?
Drops: Pimpin' her out? Nah, pimpin' ain't easy, and you know I'm all about the easy.

Brass (after Drops lost his chess game): Looks like something more than forensics be jammin' a brotha up in here.
Drops: Man, y'all some jinxes.
Brass: This is a set-up, don't you get it? Ivy league college student versus a high school drop out, convict, you got no chance. ... So said a jury of your peers.
Drops: Eight months, on a weak ass weapons charge, it's a vacation, man.

Brass: The name on the lease is Kellen Tyford.
Nick: Drops?
Grissom: The nightclub promoter?
Brass: Yeah, and get this, he leases the upstairs apartment too.
Grissom: That's a lotta apartments for a guy who's getting free room and board.

Catherine (taking photos of the victim and sees a tattoo): Tramp stamp.
Hodges: Looks more like a tramp belt.
Catherine: Help me roll her. (they roll her to see the tattoo continue all over her back)
Hodges: So, hot girl with dollar sign tats and a mostly empty apartment. Prostitute, right?
Catherine: Maybe. Or maybe she just loves money.
Hodges: Y'know, it's the love of money that is the root of all evil, most people think that it's just the money.

Greg: Maybe the killer freaked out and wet himself. Not exactly a hardened criminal.

David (looking at the victim who was shot in the head): Organ donor. Her heart was in the right place.
Grissom: Unfortunately her head was in the wrong place.

Grissom (looks up to see blood dripping from the ceiling): It looks like this crime has a second story.

Drops: I can't explain these women. One minute, they're sending each other cupcakes on Facebook, the next they're trying to kill each other over a broken curling iron.