CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

(Warrick and Grissom sit side by side as they watch police car drive away. Grissom stands up and walks off) Warrick: Where you going? Grissom: Away.

Kimberley Cassano: I can tell you right now we're going to plead diminished capacity. Grissom: Good, I hope you win. Bobby: Doesn't matter. Kimberley Cassano: It's the difference between prison and a hospital, Bobby. It matters. Bobby: You don't understand. I don't care what happens to me. I killed my best friend.

Grissom: Let me tell you something, Humbert. You're twice the age of these kids and most of them couldn't find their ass with a map. You prey on innocent children concocting god-knows-what from god-knows-where selling Russian roulette in a bottle and you think we came all the way out here to bust you for "possession", you dumb punk? (beat) I'm gonna get you for murder. (Ethan looks back at Grissom, surprised) Cool.

David (flusters): I, uh, I just want to say I-I...well, I really admire the gusto with which you approach your job. (David walks around and stands in front of Sara. He smiles) Sara (glances from the monitor to David): Are you hitting on me, David? David: Uh... (David smiles and looks down at his shoes bashfully. Sara is flattered) Sara: Let me give you some friendly advice. If you want to pull chicks, you've got to get aggressive. You've gotta drop the glasses, lose the coat grow some scruff. (David appears quietly dejected at the advice) Sara (smiles): You do get a "C" for cute, though.

(Warrick and Catherine walk into Grissom's office after he's been interrupted many times, by his cell phone and stuff) Catherine: Hey, you want to give us our assignments or do you want us to take... the night off? (Grissom adjusts the light) Grissom (irritated): Paperwork, paper clips, paper-punchers-- all these people want me to do is push paper; nobody wants me to solve crimes. Catherine: Hey, (shrugs)...you could've turned the job down. Grissom: Yeah, the grass is always greener, Catherine. (Grissom adjusts the light again, not making a move to get up. Catherine waits a moment, then reaches out to help him) Catherine: Well let's just hurry this up. (she grabs the lamp and pulls it down into the pan below. It immediately catches fire. Grissom sighs) Warrick: Cool. Catherine: You really want to see flash paper flash? Walk in on a bookie. Grissom: That's what this was about-- bookies. (Grissom's phone rings again. Catherine turns and walks over to Grissom's desk) Catherine: Don't answer it. (she grabs the assignment sheets off of the desk and hands them to Grissom) We've got work to do... boss.

(Looking at the first victim, a young body) Grissom: You want to know what killed this kid? Benihana the maggots. Warrick: What the maggots?!

Grissom (referring to young people at a rave): Teenage wasteland. Warrick: Who? Grissom: Yeah.

Grissom: Someone chased this kid to death.

Nick: It's our job to know how. You heard Grissom: the more "how" the less "why". The less the "how" the more the "why". Catherine: Hey, Nick. Grissom's not always right. Do yourself a favor ; think for yourself. I mean that as a friend, okay?

Grissom: I was flying to a seminar in New Hampshire a couple of summers ago. I was sitting in the plane next to a Philosophy Professor from Harvard. He told me this story about how every morning he takes a leak right after his three-hour philosophy class. He flushed the toilet there'd be this tiny brown spider fighting for its life against the swirling water. He came back the next day, flush. Same spider, clawing its way back from oblivion. A week goes by, he decides to liberate the spider. Grabs a paper towel, Scoops him up and sets him on the floor in the corner of the stall. Comes back the next day and what do you think happened to the spider? Warrick: Dead. Grissom: On his back, eight legs up. Why? Because one life imposed itself on another. Right then I realized, where we stand. For the first time I understood our role. We don't impose our will. We don't impose our hopes on the evidence.

Nick: Blood's like my grandfather. Never lies.

Rave Girl: Hi! Grissom: Hi. (she motions him closer. She puts her arms around him and tells him) Rave Girl (smiles): I love you. (she hugs Grissom and he laughs nervously) Grissom: Uh, thank you. You're a total stranger to me. (the rave girl doesn't care, she's in her own little world. Warrick takes pity on Grissom and explains) Warrick: It's ecstasy. It makes everyone fall in love. (Warrick pulls the rave girl off of Grissom) Don't take it personally miss, but he's kind of married to his job. (Grissom watches as the rave girl walks off, and does the exact same thing to a woman. Grissom stares perplexed, until Warrick pulls him away)

Grissom: There are three kinds of people I hate. Men who hit their wives, sexual violation towards children, and the scum who sell death to underage kids.