CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Warrick: This case is twisting me up. Interrogation room ... was a bust. Fife can lie better than I can tell the truth. Catherine: Better to know his lies before we go to trial. Warrick: I don't think it's going to trial. Catherine: We've got time. Seminal DNA's being processed as we speak. This case can break any minute. Warrick: I'm not giving up. I'm just being realistic. Catherine: Come on, you know, Warrick, we don't just call these cases rush 'cause we're in a hurry. It's a rush 'cause our pulse races, it's a rush when we nail the guy ... Warrick: I like that.

Sara: Grissom, um, I, um, wanted to talk to you about something. Grissom: Go ahead. Sara: Well, you know, I applied for the promotion for the key position. Grissom: Your application's on my desk. Sara: About that, I, um... I needed to know... I... I wanted to make sure, rather, that anything that happened or didn't happen between us won't be a factor. (Grissom looks confused) Never mind. I-I shouldn't have said anything. (Grissom still looks confused) I, um... I'm always over-talking around you. (Sara leaves the room, leaving Grissom still confused)

Hodges: Oh, hey! Hey, boss! Grissom: Yes? Hodges: I just ID'ed the substance from Rachel Lyford's wrist. Same substance found on the sheets. Grissom: Have you told Warrick? He's the lead on this. Hodges: Yeah, about Warrick, what exactly happened in court today? I tried to talk to him, he just shut down. Grissom: He just shut you down. What is the substance? Hodges: Uh ... wax.

Hodges: Hey, I heard about court today. Must have been embarrassing, huh? Warrick: Hodges, why'd you leave L.A. Again? Never mind, it's probably none of my business.

Sara: Uh, listen, I recognize the importance of this, but I'm in the middle of my own homicide investigation. Grissom: I'll talk to your detective. Explain the deal. Sara: Well, it's not about the detective. It's about my own responsibility. Grissom (sternly): I'm handing out assignments, Sara. It's not a negotiation.

Sheriff Atwater: We have nine hours left on the clock, Grissom. Grissom: Well, the investigation, which is under my purview, has taken an unexpected turn. So, when I know something, you'll know something. Sheriff Atwater: I don't like surprises. Grissom: Me, neither. Sheriff Atwater: What, you're not going to tell me anything? Grissom: No. Sheriff Atwater: Okay. For now. Mm-hmm.

Nick: Hey, Grissom, that Sheriff checked with just about every tech in the lab looking for you. He's bugging for an update. Warrick: I suggest you avoid him. Nick: Why? What happened? Catherine: Our only suspect may be innocent.

(After finding white threads with blood stains in the car) Nick: So ... you still upset about your case being put on hold? (Sara rolls her eyes and glares at Nick and he chuckles mischievously at her)

Sara: You know what pisses me off? Nick: Lots of things. Sara: Victims aren't equal. High profile cases get priority. Nick: A ticking clock gets priority. Sara: Every case is a ticking clock. The only difference between a cold case and a hot case is time. Nick: I don't care if you're working on the hottest case of your career. If your supervisor tells you to leave a scene to go wash his car, you do it. (Sara gives him a look) You don't have a career without a job.

Sheriff Atwater: Thanks to the crime lab, some very difficult cases have gone our way. You've elevated the status of the whole bureau. Grissom: Uh-huh. Then why are you here? Sheriff Atwater: I'm holding a press conference in an hour where I'll be telling the media that this case is under your purview. Grissom (chuckles): Oh, it is about perception, isn't it? Sheriff Atwater: Glad we understand each other. Uh... why don't you call my office next week? Put a little lunch on the books, hmm? (Sheriff Atwater heads for the door) Grissom: I work nights. Sheriff Atwater: So make it a dinner. (Sheriff Atwater leaves the office)

(Sara stands looking at the bed sheet covered in blood) Grissom: Checking my work? Sara: No, I'm just looking around. Grissom: What are you thinking? Sara: Well, her body left behind this void, (gestures with hands, walks to wall, turns to face Grissom) the attacker was on top, he held her down by her wrists. Grissom: Which would explain the transfer of wax from him to her? Sara: Yes, pin me down. (Grissom pins Sara to sheet, then moves hands down next to her waist)

Catherine: I liked your tough guy act yesterday. Grissom: Huh? Catherine (imitating Grissom): "I hand out the assignments. This isn't a negotiation." Grissom: What? Too much? Catherine (shakes her head): No, not enough.

Grissom: If you need someone to talk to... Hodges: Yeah. When's a good time? Grissom: We have a psychologist here on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Grissom: Stop it. Warrick: What? Grissom: Watching the clock. Warrick: It's just that new evidence is coming in and the old evidence hasn't even been processed yet. We're running out of time here, you know? Grissom: If we're watching the clock, we're not watching the case. Warrick: Well, not even you can stop time.

Fife (being interrogated): Then I went back to my apartment and had lunch. A tuna sandwich on wheat. A little mayo, a squirt of relish. (leans forward) Then, I took a leak. I don't want to miss anything. Brass (sarcastically): Outstanding.

Warrick: How about what you said about never rushing the evidence? Grissom: Well, for the next 24 hours, we're breaking the rules.

Grissom: I'm sorry, you look lost. Sheriff Atwater: I've been calling your cell. Grissom: We get bad reception here in CSI. Listen, if this is about dinner I'm free next week. I'll be having the fish.

Catherine: Hey you. Warrick: Hey. Catherine: How... are you holding up? Warrick: I'm fine. Catherine: You sure? Warrick: Yeah. Catherine: You're in the women's bathroom. Warrick (laughs): Oh, god. I'm sorry. Catherine (laughs): Oh, no. I'm all for it.