CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

(After Nick's spider gets loose, he lures him back with a cricket) Greg: How'd you know he was gonna be hungry? Nick: It doesn't really matter. They'll go after crickets no matter what. I think the chirping annoys them. (puts the spider back in the cage) That's not my spider, dude. Greg: Seriously? Nick: Seriously. Greg: Is that... Little Stevie? Wow, he's been missin' for years. I'll have to let Sara know so she can tell her... Greg & Nick: Husband. (they smirk)

Sara: Funny thing is, the father's death was probably an accident. Ray (about O'Neill murdering Olivia): And Olivia's was premeditated. It irrtates me that we weren't able to get him for that. Sara: But you know what? We know what he did and so does he and he can spend the next 20 years of his life dreaming about his perfect crime. Think of it like busting Al Capone for tax evasion.

Ray (about O'Neill): He's guilty, Catherine. Catherine: Okay, how are we gonna prove it? Ray: I don't know, but we will. (walks off) Sara (walks up): I like his attitude. Catherine: Reminds you of you? (Sara laughs)

Hodges (putting an apple on her desk): It has ten percent of the FDA's requirements for vitimen C. If you don't have your health, you don't have anything. Catherine: Hodges, who did you blab to? Hodges: Nobody in the media, but I did mention something to Tom O'Neill. But only in passing and implicitly in confidence. I would point out that I had not been explicitly forbidden from discussing the case with law enforcement community. Uh, memo from my supervisor to that effect would have been helpful, not that I'm blaming you. Catherine (throws the apple back at him): Don't ever do anything like that again. Hodges: Thanks.

Greg: Sara! (they hug) What are you doing here? You tired of being happy and married? Sara: No, Grissom is guest lecturing at the Sorbonne, while we're waiting to get our research grant to get founded, and Ecklie; called and said the team was down a man and he wondered if I could recommend anyone. And you know, as much as I love Paris and my French is actually pretty good right now, I realized I missed you guys. Greg: Well, we miss you, too. Sara: So, uh, how's the world been treating you? Greg: Oh, you know, still being treated as the lab tech with the crazy hair.

Ray (looking at photos of seatbelt bruises on Wilkes): Wilkes was in the passenger seat, he wasn't driving the car. The real driver crashes into Olivia Hamilton, killing her. I don't think the crash broke Wilkes neck, I think the killer moved a drugged out Wilkes into the passanger seat, the killer leaves the scene. The headline reads 'Stalker Kills Actress.' Catherine: Which suggests that the killer knew Wilkes was a stalker. Nick: Well, he certainly picked the right nut job. Even though Wilkes survived, he still confessed to the crime. Catherine: Can Wilkes corrobarate any of this? Ray: Oh, he won't. He's too happy being the new Mark David Chapman. Ecklie: I really hope you're referring to Richard Wilkes. (slaps a magazine down on the table) Ray: I wasn't. Catherine (looks at the front page that reads 'Vegas Crime lab confirmed: Stalker confessed'): Where'd they get this from? Ecklie; You tell me. Catherine: Well, I don't know. Ecklie: It's your job to know, Catherine. Nobody in this lab should be talking to the media about an open investigation, let alone one of this profile. Nick: Hey, take it easy, Ecklie. I'm sure she's not the leak. Catherine: I can defend myself. Ecklie: This is a discipline problem, Catherine. Just get a grip on your people. I'm beginning to think Riley was right about you. Catherine: What is that supposed to mean? Ecklie: You didn't read her exit interview. I put it on her desk. Just read it. (walks off, pissed) Sara (walks in): Uh... Hi, guys. This a bad time? (smiles)

Nick: Shooting review board? Ray: Yeah. (reads the letter) They cleared me. Nick: Good. Kill or be killed, Ray. It's a terrible situation to be in, man, don't let it bother 'ya. Ray: It hasn't been bothering me. And that's what's been bothering me.

Ecklie: Alright, look guys, I got a press conference in an hour and I'd rather not say something that I'll have to backtrack on later. Did Wilkes intentionally kill Olivia Hamilton? Nick (same time as Ray): I'd say so. Ray: I doubt it. Catherine: Maybe you should cancel the press conference.

Ray: According to the SMD's, Wilkes traveled 3.2 miles from the time of his last engine stop. Now, how do you travel that far, that wasted and still stay on the road? Nick: Individual tolerances vary, just ask Keith Richards.

Ecklie: I heard from some uniforms that you guys had a little dust up at the scene. Catherine: It was just a spirited debate amoung colleagues. My team's very passionate about their work. Ecklie: Yeah, they're also understaffed and have been for a while, which is why I'm adding another CSI to your shift. Catherine: Ugh, Conrad. I don't have time to train anybody new. Ecklie: Don't worry. This one's been around the block. You're gonna get along just fine.

Catherine (after Doc Robbins takes a picture of Olivia and adds it to his scrapbook): That's quite the ghoulish hobby you got there, Doc. Doc Robbins: I'm quite the ghoul.

Catherine: Busy morning. We got a possible 420 at a weekly on Boulder Highway. Greg, you take it. Greg: Are you serious? You're sending me on a trash run at a fleabag motel? Catherine: What's the problem? Greg: I mean, why me? There are people here with less seniority. Ray: Present an accounted for. Catherine: Ray, it's alright. Ray: I'd be happy to do it. Nick: No, no, that's not the point, Ray. When a supervisor assigns you a case, you take it; he knows that. Greg: Who asked you? Catherine: Nick I need you over here. Nick: You know better than that. Catherine: Nick! Greg, why don't you go over on the other side of the vehicle. Greg: Fine!

Nick: Looks like we have an eyewitness. That should add to the circus. Ray: Doen't really matter what he has to say, everything we need to know is right here in front of us.

Ecklie: What is this for? Ray: I am training myself on how to identify different knife wounds. Ecklie: Do you know how much ballistics gel costs? Ray: Don't worry, I'm going to melt it down and reuse it. Ecklie: Well, you've had quite the busy summer: 'Advanced Non-Invasive Tissue Imaging', 'Raman Microspectroscopy'. You're already two courses over your training allotment for the whole year. Ray: Yes, which is why, I paid for them myself, and took my vacation time to do them. Ecklie: I know. I like the attitude. You're now offically a CSI Level 2, congratulations.

Catherine (as Greg is carrying a container of goo): Mr. and Mrs. Decomp? Greg: 'Til death do they centrifuge.