CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Season 3 Episode 10

Det. O'Riley (after Cath collects a bullet casing): 50 caliber.
Catherine: Yeah, you need a cannon to fire a hunk of lead that big.
Det. O'Riley: Feel like hunting for a bullet?
Catherine: Anything that might have hit it would have ripped right through. Thing's probably still moving.

Catherine: Closed that murder I was working. A man's life for a dog's life for a mulberry tree. Sometimes I wonder if people are meant to live together.
Grissom: Well, you know what they say -- "good fences make good neighbors."
Catherine: Then you'd make a great neighbor.

Catherine: Hey ... I heard you know your Greek mythology. I'm impressed -- never would've guessed.
Warrick: Yeah, I'm a mystery.
Catherine: Yes, you are.

Sara: Can you help me out?
Catherine: Uh ... depends.
Sara: I can't get out into the field because I'm maxed out on overtime for the month.
Catherine: Ah, and you're confined to the lab, huh? Well, hey, look, it's regular hours. I mean, go have dinner with the boyfriend ... Hank, right? And, and ... go, go to a spa.
Sara: Hank is not my boyfriend. And you know, those places are filled with bacteria.
Catherine: Sara, I don't make the rules around here. You've got to talk to Grissom about that.
Sara: Yeah ... he's, um, not really in a talking mood.
Catherine: What makes you think he's going talk to me? (Sara shrugs) Get some rest.
Sara: I'm not tired. Really. I'm not tired.

Brass: "La lluvia de peces."
Warrick: What?
Brass: The raining of fish. Occasionally, usually in the early spring in Yoro, Honduras, it rains, um ... (nods) ... sardines.
Warrick: Sardines? That's funny.
Brass: Really. I've seen it. I mean, the scientific explanation is ... this sounds like a Grissom thing ... is that they get sucked out of the ocean by these waterspouts that are like, you know you know, tornadoes, and, uh, then ... look, the point is, Rick they got to come from somewhere. They gotta come from somewhere.
Warrick: What the hell were you doing in Honduras?

Waitress: Look, I got to get out of here, okay? My kid's with a sitter and it's not like this gig covers day care.
Catherine: Yeah, I know what that's like. I got a kid at home myself.
Waitress So what, now we're, like, related?
Catherine: Ah, you know what, get it off your chest. It sucks. You're living for everybody but yourself. But you know what? You're still breathing.

Brass: The building's gotta be what? Six stories high?
Warrick: Six stories, sixty stories. It's not how you fall, it's how you land.
Nick: You know, if you landed head first, there should be more blood.
Warrick: Yeah, and more brain matter.
Grissom: He didn't jump. Up here. (They look up to see Grissom looking down at them from the top of the building, they get up there and where Grissom stands, there's a whole lot of blood mess on the rooftop) It's never the fall that kills you.

Warrick: Let's get on the net and figure out how he got into the air.
Nick: Yeah, look under what? Hot air balloons? There was nothing in the air. I mean, we can ... (Warrick types the word "flying" into the search engine) Flying? You're a genius.
Warrick: Of course.

Greg: Epithelials on the slashed canopy match the ones on the sleeping bag drawstring. Fred Dacks, both places. Thank you and good night. (goes back to work)
Warrick: So Fred does a number on Jimmy's canopy to keep him from flying.
Nick: He's threatened by the guy. It's to keep from getting shown up, you know.
Warrick: He needs to be the Top Dog, huh? Yeah, that sounds like you.
Nick: Who?
Warrick: You.
Greg: That sounds like both of you. Now please, can you take this somewhere else?
Warrick (ignores Greg): So ... Jimmy gets a new canopy. Flies, dies. Comes down unattached. We got no canopy, we got no harness.
Nick: If we want to find out what happened we need to find that rig.
Greg: Well, you're not going to find it here. (Greg takes his stuff out of Nick's hands and pushes him off of his chair)
Warrick: Have you taken your medication today?

Catherine: Hey, Greggy, any luck on those blood and hair samples?
Greg: Don't insult me. Luck is for those without skill.
Catherine: Spoken like a man who's never hit the jackpot.
Greg: Sad, but true.

Warrick: You recognize this?
Leah: Signed by the artist himself. Take a look.
Warrick: I-I?
Leah: In roman numerals, two. As in "tat-too." Premier skin artist in Vegas. Also a Ph.D. in psychology.
Warrick: He's a shrink? (Leah nods) So he gets into your head, and under your skin.