CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Catherine (as they are reacting the crime): Alright, and now you're down. But you still have a knife. Greg: And I think he was reaching for it when Jackass got in on the fight. Hodges, you're Jackass. Hodges: And don't I know it.

Langston (after he rides up on his motorcycle): First responding said that a coupla bikers got away just as they showed up. Nick: Okay, yeah. Maybe they took the knives with them. Langston: Alright, I'm one of them. I know the police are rolling, I don't wanna get picked up carrying the weapon so I'm gonna ditch them as quickly as possible, right? Nick: Right. But, you know, you can use your department vehicle to look for that stuff. Langston: You wanna catch a rat, you move like a rat.

Catherine: Hey! Hey, what are you on? Tonya: What do you think? You picked me up partying with bikers!

Tonya: Back off! Catherine: I hope you like being strip searched as much as you like shootin' off your mouth. (shoves her into the interrogation room and shuts the door) Tonya: Good work, Willows. Ever work undercover? We could always use another tough bitch. Catherine: Alright, with you on the inside when they threw woman at Neddles, he could always say that he didn't cheat on his old lady, right? Brass: Except for dead hookers, right? Tonya: Joey-- Jack had to do that, had to be trusted enough to become a member. Catherine: Well, obviously somethin' happened to that trust.

Ecklie (about Rita): You gonna tell me how you know her? Brass: No.

Hodges: When you're done with fingerprinting, the officer will take you into the other room, where he'll collect the rest of your clothing. Jackass: I ain't strippin'. Hodges: I promise you that jail scrubs are much cleaner and more flattering than the blood and grease soaked homicide evidence that you're currently wearing.

Hodges (entering the biker club/crime scene): This is my first time in a biker bar. (inhales) Hmm. What's that scent? Beer, urine, sweat, vomit... (sees the large pool of blood on the floor) ...death.

Wendy: Tonya Charles, would you open up your mouth, please? Tonya: Stick it in your own mouth, bitch! Hodges: Hey, hey! You're outta line. Tonya: Bite my outta line ass. Hodges: You owe Ms. Simms an apology. Wendy: Hodges, it's okay-- Hodges: No. Apologize. (Tonya head-butts him and officers take her away) Wendy: That was stupid. Hodges: Chivalry is not dead. Wendy: No, but its nose is bleeding.

Langston: We have a packed club and nobody knows what happened? Brass: When nobody knows nothin'... somebody knows somethin'.

Catherine: When I was in high school, there was this guy, Mark. He had a motorcycle. Doc Robbins: Let me guess. Your mom told you to stay away from him, but you were Romeo and Juliet, riding around on 600 pounds of steel. Catherine: Oh, we had fun. But I moved on. In fact, I didn't give bikers another thought until, years later, I'm in the ER with a hit-and-run victim. Guy on a bike. Just a piece of meat in search of a pulse. The entire time I'm processing him, I never realized it was my Romeo. He was that beat up.

Det. Vega: I tell these kids, "You want to join a gang? You should join us. We're more powerful. We got bigger guns... And we got dental." Langston: Sold me.