CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Sara: You knew there was no way you could beat Steele in a fair fight. Warrick: The best way to punish a guy is to beat him to death in the ring in front of two million people on pay-per-view. Molina (smiling): That's boxing. Brass: No, that's murder. I'll see you in court.

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.

Nick: Yeah, but it's like Night of the Pifflings out there and I'm on a smash and grab. Grissom: Pifflings? Nick: Puffin offspring. First time out of the nest every year they crash land in this town near Iceland because they are attracted to the lights of human civilization. It's the same way people flock to Vegas for a fight. (pause, then Grissom's face lights up) Grissom: Animal Planet. Nick: How come when you talk about bugs everyone says you're a genius but when I talk about birds everyone says I watch too much television? Grissom: I don't know. The woes of life....try reading a book.