CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Lawyer: Laroi Steele's death was a tragedy not a murder. Brass: It became when your client injected mercury into his gloves. Sara: And your hands, Molina, literally, became lethal weapons.

Warrick: There was this one case where a boxer put lead shot in his gloves to increase his punching power. And also ancient Greek and Roman pugilists used a glove weighted with metal, called a "cestus." Grissom You making a classical reference? Warrick: Yeah. I thought you'd like that.

Grissom: I guess clothes do make "The Man." Catherine: In this case, "The Man" makes the clothes ... and produces the music ... and represents the athletes ... when he's not involved in street shootings, of course. Grissom: And when you asked him what he was wearing the night of the murder, he couldn't remember? Catherine: As far as he's concerned murder is just another way to separate himself from the Calvins and Ralphs of the world. Grissom: Calvin and Ralph? Catherine: Klein and Lauren. Fashion. Grissom: Oh. Well, for most CSIs, fashion is irrelevant. Catherine: Speak for yourself. The only thing between me and a wardrobe like this is a few extra zeros on my paycheck.

Greg: Well, in the interests of posterity, I took it upon myself to establish provenance for the killer gloves... I mean DNA-wise. On my own time of course, of which I have precious little so that should count for something. Grissom (exasperated): Greg, why are you always doing this? Greg: Because you make me nervous.

Doc Robbins: It's a basilar subarachnoid hematoma the result of a massive vertical blunt force trauma to the chin. The sudden forced rotation of the neck tears the vertebral artery...and blood pours out into the surrounding soft tissue. Grissom: It's called an uppercut. Doc Robbins: You say tomato and I say Cause of Death ... Gil, I never had you pegged as a fight fan. Grissom: I'm not, really. My first year as a criminalist, I thought boxing would be a good place to observe live blood spatter. So, I went to a couple of bouts. There wasn't much spatter. Some interesting bruise formations, though. Doc Robbins: So, uh, this is a socially acceptable live-subject laboratory for you? Grissom (shakes his head): Yeah. Not in this case.

Grissom: Welcome to fight night.

Catherine: So crime pays. The Man: Don't hate the player, hate the game, baby. Catherine: Right, you don't make the rules, you just exploit them. The Man: Ain't that a bitch.