CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Brass: Ellie, why do you do this to yourself? You're better than that. You're better than him. Ellie: No, I'm not.

Sara: I ran with the case. I do it with Grissom all the time. Warrick: Well, I'm not Grissom! Nick: Guys ... Sara: I didn't say it.

Warrick: I don't think I can handle this. I got to call Grissom. Nick: Then call him. Warrick: But? Nick: I didn't say anything. Warrick: I heard it, bro -- a "but" in there. Nick: You know how Grissom is. If you ask him for the keys to the car he's going to ask you if you've done your homework. Warrick: Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Nick: It's like a multiple choice question. You know? Go with your first choice.

Ellie (to Warrick): You know, you have this whole Lenny Kravitz thing going on. I'm not one for brothers, but ... damn.

Sara: Hey, don't make me feel bad for doing my job. Warrick: If it was your job, you couldn't feel bad. Greg (uncomfortable): Well, I think I hear some coffee perking.

Sara: Hey. Are you baking a cake? What's the hold up on my pills? Greg: Process. Just because you got passed over, don't take it out on me. Sara: He didn't pass me over. Greg: Really? What would you call it, then? Sara: Grissom.

Warrick: Sara, can you get back to the lab and put a rush on this analysis? Sara: Who died and made you boss? Warrick: He's not exactly dead. Sara: Grissom gave you shift tonight. (walks away) Warrick: Anything you want to say? Nick: Yeah. Good luck.

Grissom: Whoa. Careful. Livestock. (holds up his jar of roaches) Hissing roaches from Madagascar. Catherine: Sorry. Grissom: These babies run two and a half miles an hour. Catherine: I don't doubt that for a minute. Grissom: Fifth annual entomological convention in Duluth. Cockroach racing finals. (Grissom pushes the door to his office open and walks in. Catherine follows) Catherine: You're roach racing. Grissom: Actually, I'm giving a tutorial on preserving mass crime scenes. The sideshow is racing these guys. Catherine: Ah. Grissom: I mean, to have a chance to run against legendary roaches like Cocky Balboa, The Drain Lover, Priscilla, Queen of the Gutters. It's huge. Catherine: What do you feed those guys? Grissom: Dog food. Catherine: And who's... supervising night shift? Grissom: You are. Catherine: Me? I am on the red-eye to Reno. The Braun Family is opening a new casino. I am Sam's date. Grissom: That's tonight? Catherine: I told you once, memo'd you twice. (she sighs. Grissom is distracted by the roaches in the container) Grissom: Man, these guys are primed. Catherine (leaving): Better get somebody.

Warrick (to Sara): Hey I'm short on cash, can you loan me a hundred? Sara: Funny. Very funny. (looks at watch) Oh, look shift's over. Guess you're one of us again.

Warrick: Acting supervisor? What about Nick? He's got seniority. Or Sara? She'd jump at the chance. Grissom: If it was about seniority, I'd ask Nick. If I wanted someone to stay up for three straight days, I'd ask Sara. Instead, I want you. Warrick: And if I ask why? Grissom: Your curiosity would be better served on the case.

Sara: If something doesn't feel right to you, it usually isn't.

Warrick: The job is fine. It's the other stuff -- the personalities. Grissom: I love mankind, it's people I can't stand. Warrick: Is that Einstein? Grissom: Linus. Warrick: Charlie Brown. Figures. Grissom: You think I like dealing with people? Remember when you asked me what I was in high school? Warrick: Yeah, you said "A Ghost". Grissom: When I leave CSI, there won't be any cake in the break room. I'll just be gone. So I wanted to see if you could step in. (Warrick nods) Tell me ... all of it, from the top. Warrick: From the top? (sighs) I don't know where to start. It was wild. Grissom: Couldn't have been that bad.

Grissom: Hey Sanders, no punk rock. Greg: What about Black Flag? Grissom (looking at his jar of cockroaches): Are you nuts?