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Trent: We texted each other (mimes texting) uh, texting, it's um, when you send little messages on a cellphone-
Brass: (dryly) Yeah, I know what texting is.
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Hodges: Yeah, but the car you're looking for is also a piece of crap.
Sara: Make and model I get, but unless you have a new test that quantifies "crappiness"...
Hodges: Take a look.
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Grissom: So he burns the evidence near a junk yard so that they'll find it and dispose of it. Clever.
Sara: Looks like we're dealing with a professional.
Grissom: Professional what though? Ally Sullivan was killed over a fender bender.
Sara: You're right, he probably just loved his car and has a really bad temper.
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Greg: Every time I come to the desert I see porno mags. Who brings spankables out here?
Nick: It's probably just trash... blown in from off the street.
Greg: Porn isn't trash. They're heirlooms that you pass down.
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Warrick: One thing for sure the killer is lugging around some pretty big dogs. (looks at a large boot print in the carpet)
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Karl: Hey officer, I'm gonna make your day.
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Grissom: I think you just broke the case, Nick.
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Karl: So tell me where I went wrong?
Grissom: You killed two people.
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Bus Driver: He came out of the desert like Moses himself.
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Brass: Hello, rapist.
Trent: Man, I am not a rapist, I was a date rapist, which is not the same thing, and besides that was when roofies were in.
Brass: Missing the action of the good old days, huh?
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Greg: Assuming it's our guy.
Nick: Oh, I think it's our guy, he just gave us the finger.