CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Nick; You know, Ray, for somebody who doesn't like golf, you seem to know an awful lot about it. Ray: It's not that I don't like golf. It's just that you have to focus your mind, practically every fiber of your begin on a small white ball that you wanna hit just the right way, and then when you hit it, the feeling is exhilerating. And so you chase the small white ball all day, so you can hit it exactly the same way. You chase that feeling. Kinda like cocaine. Not exactly the best hobby for an obsessive personality. Nick: Yeah, people like that are better suited for a job in criminalists.

Catherine (after Hodges finds the primary crime scene): See what you can accomplish when your pride's on the line. Hodges: Everyday of my life.

Nick: Hey, the balls in the shag bag are Jupiter PTXs, and the one's in the front rack are Fushita's. Sara (unenthused): Well, that's facinating. Nick: Different balls are designed with different playing characteristics. Some hit the green and stop dead, others have a harder core for the long game. You know, each one is unique, Sara. Sara (teasing): Aww, just like snowflakes.

Sara: So, Dr. Ray, what's your handicap? Ray: I don't play golf. Nick: I thought all doctors played golf. Sara: Maybe only the rich ones. Nick: Now, that's true, anybody can play golf, there are plenty of public golf courses. Sara: Sure there are. Ray: Mark Twain referred to golf as: 'A good walk, spoiled'. (Sara laughs) Nick (laughs): It can be, if you don't stay in bounds, believe me.

Cathrine: (About the vic) Find out what's on his shoes. Hodges: Oh. Is that all? Cathrine: We don't have a primary crime scene. We need to know where he was. Hodges: (holding the shoe to his head like a psychic) Um, I'm thinking... a golf course.

Catherine: In other words, you got nothing. Hodges: When you put it that way, it makes me sound ineffectual. Catherine: (smirks) That's the secret to good leadership.

Greg: You know, golf always struck me as the kind of sport that might appeal to Grissom. Sara: (chuckles) I don't know. It's never come up. Greg: Sometimes I wonder if you two are really married. Sara: Well, now that you mention it... Just kidding. Greg: 6,000 miles, huh? Sara: So far, so good. Greg: (smiles) All right.