CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Season 4 Episode 6

Catherine (holding her check): What's this?
Sam: A way to get you to talk to me.
Catherine: Well, I didn't come here to talk. I came here to give it back.
Sam: Not enough?
Catherine: You're a murderer.
Sam: Not in the eyes of the law. You look good, Mugs. How's Lindsey? She likes horses, right?
Catherine: Lindsey's none of your business. You keep her out of this.
Sam: I'm her grandfather.
Catherine: Yeah, well, nothin' I can do about that.
Sam: Catherine, it's just a gift. You need the money.
Catherine: And the next time you stab one of your showgirls and you need CSI to cover it, I'm supposed to help you out, right?
Sam: Take a good look at me. Plenty of fresh air, sun on my face. You think I need your help?
Catherine: I don't need your charity.
Sam: You know what your problem is? You enjoy making life hard. You're lucky Lindsey's too young to understand that. Cash it, or tear it up. Do whatever you want. I have one son in jail ... another in the ground. I never did right by your mother. But I'm damn sure going to try to do right by you.

Catherine (on phone): Everybody in Sleepy Hollow still drawing a blank on the victim?
Grissom: More or less.
Catherine: Well, then somebody's lying. Ross Jenson was having a relationship with someone in Jackpot. Greg traced a series of romantic I.M.s from your victim's computer.
Grissom: Greg did?
Catherine: Yeah, he knows stuff. Pretty hot, too. Sounds like he was in love. Brass is still working on a court order for the name. You ever coming back?
Grissom: Hopefully.

Lt Brooks: Hey Einstein, we going to stand out here all day or what?
Grissom: You're going to have to be patient, Lieutenant. The scene hasn't been released yet. You know, this may be a variation on an old native American form of punishment. The body was bound and buried up to its neck. Tree sap was poured over the head to attract ants.
Lt Brooks: Punishment for what?
Grissom: You see? That's a good question.
Lt Brooks: (as Dale appears) It's about time, Dale.
Grissom: You're the coroner, I presume.
Dale Sterling: Mr. Grissom. Dr. Dale Sterling. I sent you the head. How can I help?
Grissom: Well, we can't touch the body until you authorize it.
Dale Sterling: Oh. (looks at the decapitated corpse) He's dead. You're authorized.

Lt. Brooks: Are you saying he was alive when he was buried?
Grissom: I think that the cut we found on his jaw... was a lure to draw predators. This wasn't just murder. It was torture.

Grissom (answering his phone): Grissom.
Catherine: Is the service actually that bad out there or are you just keeping your phone off?
Grissom: I'm sorry, I should've called.
Catherine: This trip wouldn't have anything to do with you ducking case reviews, now would it?
Grissom: How can you think that? You wouldn't mind taking care of those for me, would you?
Catherine: Oh, your job, my pay. Why would I care?
Grissom: I'll make it up to you.
Catherine: Yeah, you had better. (Catherine walks into his office and pulls a face seeing the folders already out) Hodges IDed your leaf litter.
Grissom: Good thanks. I owe you one. (hangs up with her)
Lt. Brooks: Trouble with the wife?
Grissom: Yeah. She hates it when we're apart.

Lt. Brooks: Listen, when we found that torso in the hole, on the crest of that hill ... I recognized the kid's shirt, and I knew he'd been with Leland, so ...
Grissom: So you assumed your brother was capable of murder.
Lt. Brooks: Didn't even bother to ask him.
Grissom: Questions, remember? Not asking them is what got everybody in trouble here in the first place.
Lt. Brooks: You don't keep any secrets, Mr. Grissom? Not even from your wife?
Grissom (amused): I used to. I'm trying to change.
Lt. Brooks: It's a bitch. Have a nice trip.

Dale Sterling: Hey, you have a phone call. Line two. I think it's your wife.
Grissom: Thanks. (to phone) Hello, dear.

(Catherine is working at Grissom's desk in his office)
Warrick: Did I miss a memo or something?
Catherine: Oh, no. Grissom's on a safari.
Warrick: He's got you pushin' his paperwork, huh?
Catherine: Oh, no. I'm trying to avoid that.

(Upon finding out where the head came from)
Catherine: Jackpot, Nevada. Where the hell's that?

(After Doc Robbins has received a human head in the mail)
Grissom (entering the room): I heard you got some head.
Doc Robbins: Just came in. How'd you know?
Grissom: I arranged house seats for David to see Celine, so he pages me the minute you get anything perishable.
Doc Robbins: Sellout.

Grissom: I found the victim's car.
Lt. Brooks: Well, I am impressed. Wh.. Where was it?
Grissom: It was, uh, ditched in an old barn up in the hills.
Lt. Brooks: Uh-huh.
Grissom: I know you don't have any men to spare, so I called the highway patrol. They're sending troopers up there to secure the site.
Lt. Brooks: Uh hum. The nearest station's in Elko. Should take them a couple of hours to get here.
Grissom: Well, that should give you enough time to burn down the barn.

Lt. Brooks: Well, unless you've managed to improvise yourself a warrant as well, this is an illegal search.
Grissom: This barn had been broken into, which makes it a crime scene, even without the murder victim's car inside, so I don't need a warrant. Who owns this place?
Lt. Brooks: Nobody. Owner died a few years ago.
Grissom: Well, then who's responsible for the property?
Lt. Brooks: His nephew. Marty Cooperman. Runs the gas station.
Grissom: Is that who you're protecting? (Lt. Brooks just keeps walking away)

Grissom (sarcastically): Oh, good the police. I would like to report a crime.
Lt. Brooks: No kidding?
Grissom: Yeah my vehicle was broken into and my field kit was stolen.
Lt. Brooks: That's gonna cramp your style.
Grissom (walking away): Not necessarily.

(After he takes a picture of Officer Benny)
Lt. Brooks: What the hell was that for?
Grissom: Souvenir.
Lt. Brooks: Is that french for "evidence"?

Lt Brooks: Let me guess, you like bugs? Grissom: Yeah, I do. They're perfect. They always do their jobs. (looks at Brooks' officers)

Lt Brooks: Afraid you're gonna trip over something?
Grissom: I'm hoping. Bodies make good fertilizer. You often see fresh, green shoots near a gravesite.
Lt Brooks: It must be nice to know the answer to every little thing.
Grissom: I prefer questions actually.

Grissom: Ross Jenson was having a romantic relationship with someone in this town.
Lt. Brooks: And you can prove that?
Grissom: Yes.
Lt. Brooks: What the hell are you saying?
Grissom: Does your brother live alone?
Lt. Brooks: Yes.
Grissom: Is he gay?
Lt. Brooks: That is nobody's business.
Grissom: I realize that. But it's relevant to this investigation.
Lt. Brooks: No, he was married. He has a kid.
Grissom: Was married?
Lt. Brooks: She left him in the flat, ten years ago. So, what?
Grissom: Look, whether you like it or not, Leland is a suspect. But you already knew that. I'm giving you an opportunity, Lieutenant. So far, you're only guilty of being a good brother.
Lt. Brooks: Get in. (he gets into his car, and notices Grissom's hesitation) What are you worried about? You do have a gun, don't you?