CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Cole Tritt: Man, there has been an ass whoppin' on every block! Nick: There's about to be an ass whoppin' on this one.

Grissom: Has someone called your parents? You should let them know-- (Greg groans) What's the matter? Greg: They still think I'm in the lab. Grissom: Why do they think that? Greg: When I was in high school I never played any sports, no football, no basketball, definitely no hockey. Grissom (sarcastic): I never would have guessed. Greg: Well, it wasn't my choice. My mom wanted four kids, ended up with only one. She always made sure I stayed close and if I got a nosebleed she'd take me to the ER. Grissom: Well, now would be the time to come clean. Greg (beginning to cry): My mom's gonna freak. Grissom: You tell her that you risked your life to save someone else's and I think she'll be very proud of you.

Nick: I am sick of these punks, man. I'm serious, I'm sick of it. Warrick: Then you're in the wrong town. Nick: Maybe.

Catherine: Pig and the piglets are in the pigpen. Warrick: About time. Finally some good news. Catherine: Did you know Pig, a.k.a Cole Tritt, was the only adult? The rest were all under 18. One was 14. Warrick: You're kidding. Who raises these kids? Catherine: I mean, they weren't all delinquents. Demetrius James was a college student. Nick: Hangin' out with the wrong crowd in the wrong town. I'm tellin' ya, havin' a fake I.D in Las Vegas is like havin' a--a free ticket on the hell train. Sex, drugs, gambling, no adult supervision, 24/7, by the time they're 21 they've done and seen it all. Catherine: Make me slit my wrists why don't ya? I'm raising a teenager here. Warrick: Ah, you're doin' a great job, Linds is gonna turn out to be a beautiful young woman. Besides, I grew up in Vegas, I didn't turn out so bad, did I? Nick: Yeah. That was pre-Mirage. Back when you were goin' to the casino, playin' the arcade games. Nah, Vegas is a different animal now. Warrick: Yeah, these kids need to beat people up in the street to be entertained. They need some good discipline, they need their grandmother whuppin' their ass like I had. Nick: Yeah, a good slap. Sara: You know, it kinda sounds like you guys are blaming everyone but these kids. I mean, you don't get a bye just because you grew up here or your parents are on drugs or--- those kids were perfectly capable of telling the difference between a wild night out and beating somebody to death. Grissom: The truth is, a moral compass can only point you in the right direction, it can't make you go there. (beat) Our culture preaches that you shouldn't be ashamed of anything you do anymore. And unfortunately this city is built on the principle that there's no such thing as guilt. "Do whatever you want, we won't tell." So without a conscience, there's nothing to stop you from killing someone. And evidently you don't even have to feel bad about it.

Greg: You should process the scene now; me later. Sara (chokes up): I came here for you, Greg.

Sara: Why isn't there a medic on Greg? Sofia: He's been stabilized. Sara, he's gonna be okay. (Sara walks over to where Greg is lying and brushes hair out of his face) Greg: Sara. Sara: I didn't think you could see me. Greg: I can't. I know that "Sidle Scent". Sara: I'm... going to take that as a compliment.

Cole Tritt: Man, you're weak, weak, weak, weak. (Nick walks up to him) I'm sorry, you're not weak. You're a joke. Warrick: Nick, Nick. (Nick looks at Warrick, grinning. Warrick shakes his head. Nick hits Tritt. Warrick runs over and pulls Nick back) Cole Tritt: Man, anyone get that on video? (holds up his cell phone) I'll take a picture myself.

Warrick: I think I just found a piece of Sanders' hair. (Nick looks down, doesn't say anything)

Hodges: We're talking about humans here, not bugs.

Man: I need to talk to a cop! Brass (same time as Sofia): She's the cop. Sofia (same time as Brass): He's the cop.

Grissom (visiting Greg at the hospital): Greg. Greg: Grissom. Grissom: Just another day at the office.

Greg (after Grissom assigns him a case): Who's my wingman? Grissom: Greg, you're a big boy now; you don't need a wingman.

Catherine: What do you know about work boots? I'm guessing you haven't worked a day of hard labor in your life. Greg: I wore Doc Martens in high school. It was the style. Catherine: Yeah for skinheads. Greg: Yeah, they kinda ruined it for everyone.

Jessica: Try the whole "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas". Sara: Been there.

David (pulls a red chip out of the victim's mouth): Looks like a woman's toenail. Catherine: It's not necessarily a woman's.

(Grissom walks in as Sara is repeatedly kicking a dummy) Grissom: Whoa! Pick on somebody your own size. Sara: Are you volunteering? Grissom (long pause): No.