CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Greg: I was just thinking about the time I went joy riding. Nick: You? Really? Greg: I was 12. My Papa Olaf just bought a red 280 ZX, man it was love at first sight. And I have no idea what made me think I could get away with it, but when Papa O went down for his afternoon nap, I swiped the keys a took it for a spin. Nick: Where'd you go? Greg: Around the block... twice. And when I was rolling it back into the driveway, I almost ran over my foot. Papa Olaf woke up, had no idea and never found out.

Sara: So, we're looking for a yellow street racer in Las Vegas. Great. That should narrow it down to a few hundred suspects.

Nick: Two cars, dead of night, a girl at the end of a lonely stretch of a quarter mile straight away, this was a drag race. Sara: With Cindy at the finish line, in every sense of the word.

Nick: On the night before his last drive from home to school, Trevor drove about 14 miles in the course of about an hour of a half without turning his engine off. So that's a 7 miles out, 7 miles back... 7 mile search radius. Sara: And just before he made that trip, was the last time Cindy Warner was seen. Catherine: I've got a bad feelin' about this.

Miymoto (about Cindy): She's missing? Brass: Yeah. Miymoto: Where is she? Brass: If we knew where she was, she wouldn't be missing.

Sara: It's Cindy Warner's phone. Nick: They say the only way to get a cell phone from a teenage girl is to pry it from her cold dead hand. Sara: Well, whoever they are, let's hope they're wrong.

Catherine: You don't look nearly busy enough. Archie: Well, thank you. It is my gift to look relaxed while doing many things. Unlike Hodges, who has the ability to look overwhelmed while really doing nothing at all.

Catherine: When you are young, you think you are immortal and when you get older you just want to remember how that felt. Driving crazy fast on open road… Nick: We are not getting old, are we?