CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Season 8 Episode 12

Hodges: (after Nick coughs) You know, in China people wear masks when they're sick. It's considered impolite to infect your coworkers.
Nick: Maybe you should go work in China.
Hodges: Maybe you should wear a mask.

Hodges: Don Cook's car bumper. Gangbanger blended his green with another color. Not visible to the human eye. Of course, I caught it.
Nick: You mean the GCMS caught it?
Hodges: Well, if that's a hair you want to split.

Brass: Did you take Cook back to Little Gordo's house? You know, maybe to verify his story?
Madeline Klein: Yeah, I always take my secret witnesses on a bus tour of the hood.
Brass: You know, when Don Cook first refused to testify that he saw Alvarado come out of Little Gordo's house, you know what I did? I took him to an out-of-town diner and bought him a cup of coffee. What'd you do?
Madeline Klein: I went to Little Gordo's. (Brass nods, Maddy gets it now) Damn it. Good job, Maddy. They saw me. I can't even blame it on the booze. All they had to do was trail me back to the courthouse and watch me go into the security entrance with 18 escorted jurors. That's how they knew grand jury. (sighs, Brass is silent) Damn it! This is where you're supposed to say, "It's okay. It could happen to anyone. It's not your fault Don Cook is dead." Like hell it isn't.

Brass: And why that apartment? Who do you know lives there?
Donny Gomez: Nobody. I got a mental illness. I'm a firebug. I'm loco.
Brass: You're loco?
Donny Gomez: Who knows? (Madeline walks in) Maybe I'll set the lawyer lady's house on fire.
Madeline Klein: Hey, little man with the big mouth. It doesn't matter what you say, 'cause all your boys are going to hear is that you rolled on Alvarado. (Gomez surges to his feet. His hands are cuffed behind his back. The officer grabs his shoulders)
Brass: Sit down.
Madeline Klein: Just bought yourself another ten years. I'm going to hand-pick your cell mate.

Grissom: Mitch, I want to see this guy's hands.
Donny Gomez: You ain't a cop, fool.
Warrick: He's bigger than a cop. Show him your hands, princess.

Warrick: The other guy was probably watching us the whole time.
Grissom: There's nails all over the place.
Warrick: Grissom, I think I found the point of origin.
Grissom: Green plastic. Sugar, butane, and nails. Add some egg whites in a soda bottle. You got a MacGyver bomb. Crude, but it works.
Warrick: I think they were looking to do more than just destroy evidence.

Warrick: Hey, Grissom, I got tickets to the Rebels tomorrow night. If you're feeling any better and you want to check it out.
Grissom: I'll be in bed.

Nick: Hey.
Warrick: Oh, man, you look beat up.
Nick: I feel beat up.
Warrick: Why don't you ... uh ... take a break. I got this.
Nick: No, no, I'm cool. I can push through it.
Warrick: Yeah. You're ... uh ... breaking the lab's budget for rubber gloves here, dawg. Listen, get some rest, man. You'd do the same for me.

Greg (to Nick): DA Klein asked Grissom, who asked Catherine, who told me to tell you that we need to figure out if the victim was shot before he got in the car, while he was in the car or after he got out.

Catherine: Oh, hey, Dave, nice haircut. What gives?
David: Oh, Mrs. Phillips. An extreme makeover.
Catherine: Mm. Oh, make sure you get those photos to Grissom.
David: I'm all over it. (leaves)
Doc Robbins: Sign of a good marriage. Wife still wants to change him.

Madeline Klein: Boy, you look like hell. I need sugar. You got a soda?
Grissom: Nice to see you, too, Maddy.
Madeline Klein: Six months' worth of investigation; two months working with the grand jury; five low-level indictments against the LATs. Why you? 'Cause you're the only one who won't screw it up.
Grissom: My team won't screw it up.
Madeline Klein: Oh, right. Your team. Warrick Brown got mixed up with a crooked judge. Sanders ran down a civilian while on duty. Ms. Willows lied about being at a crime scene, among other things. And who can forget Stokes, your straight arrow? Suspected of killing his hooker girlfriend. How does the song go? "You call me up, I get 'em out of it"? If it weren't for me, you'd have no team.

Madeline Klein: Maybe the reception sucks out here, I said I want Grissom. Say I asked for him personally. I don't want anyone touching anything. Thanks for your help, guys.
Madeline Klien: The case is reassigned to Grissom.
Brass: He's home sick Maddy.
Madeline Klien: Yeah, I heard all about it from Ecklie, blah, blah, blah. The point, that he and you seem to be missing, is that I have eighteen grand jurors sifting through evidence, trying to help me indict one of the deadliest gangs this city has ever seen.

Madeline Klein: Nobody knew he was coming, Conrad. Nobody knew his name. Yeah, well, if you'd stop talking for a minute you'd understand. The investigation has been compromised. People's lives are at risk. How many people do the right thing anymore? Have a conscience? Don Cook, didn't even know what he saw. El Mataocho doesn't kill for the thrill, or because he was abused as a child, he kills because it's his answer to everything. I had him eye-witnessed, it was enough for an indictment. No indictment, no trial, he goes free and La Tierra gets stronger, so don't patronize me by saying it might be an accident. I'm not asking you for advice here, I'm telling you. I want Grissom.

Catherine (on the phone with Grissom): Let me run it down for you. Isolated stretch of Route 2, burnt car on the shoulder, burnt male victim out of the car twenty feet away. Single gunshot wound to the lower back. Passing motorist called it in, fire-department arrived within twelve minutes. Fire burned so hot they had to use foam to put it out, which of course is never good for us.
Madeline Klien: Where is he? (Catherine hands her phone to her) I've been waiting over an hour for you, what are you walking here? How many times have I gotten out of bed in the middle of the night for you, Gil? Yeah, well I'd like to phone it in too, I left an AA meeting for this, that trumps walking pneumonia. Here you go, eyes-and-ears. (hands her back the phone)
Catherine (to phone): So the deputy DA got out of bed for you? Whose bed?
Grissom: Talk to me about the road.
Catherine: Alright. The debris paths starts approximately 100 yards from where the vehicle came to rest.
Grissom: Show me what you see.

Brass: Well, that didn't help.
Madeline Klein: That kid wouldn't roll if I gave him a night with Jessica Alba.
Brass: You're really good at making enemies, Maddy.
Madeline Klein: That's why I'm unlisted, divorced and carry a gun.

Warrick (to Greg who has a scarf wrapped around his neck): What are you doing, a catalog shoot? Where's your matching hat with your pom-pom?
Greg: Leave me alone. I have a cold.