CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Grissom: Hey! As of right now, you're suspended for two weeks. Warrick: Grissom, you and I both know that Gedda killed that girl and pinned it on that bum. They gave him drugs, got him high, and planted the evidence. You just got to give me a chance to prove it. Grissom: You've had all your chances. You take the suspension or you're fired.

Nick (to Gino): You know, there are two things a jury can't stand, people who abuse kids and people who abuse animals. So buena suerte.

Steve Card: Lizzie was the #1 dog fighter in all of Vegas. That drove Gino nuts 'cause he was like this close to knocking her off the top spot. Det. Vega: You seriously want us to believe that Mrs. Rodriguez, humanitarian of the year, was into dog fighting? Steve Card: Oh, she was no Mother Theresa. But, see, she'd still be alive if she wasn't a dirty dog fighter. That rub, it made the other dog sick. Catherine: Gee, I hate to see the sport tainted like that. Steve Card: Why do you think she gave money to my rescue kennel? She didn't even like dogs, but fighting them, that was in her blood. Passed down from her daddy, who taught her the whole family business.

Warrick (after putting a file on Grissom's desk): His name is Richard Dorsey. Grissom: You know, you keep pursuing this, you're going to end up suspended. Warrick: Dorsey's prints were found inside my car under the broken window. Grissom: Well, that's consistent with him putting the body in your car. Warrick: Grissom, he's a homeless guy. He lives in the alley behind the strip club. Don't you get it? He's Gedda's fall guy. This is a frame job.

Warrick: Hey, Grissom. Grissom: Did you talk to IA yet? Warrick: Yeah. They cleared me. They didn't seem to have much interest in Gedda. Grissom: That's because it wasn't about Gedda. It was about you. Warrick: It's everything to do with Gedda. Sending me a message. Murders an innocent young girl because I got too close to them. I want this case, Gris. Grissom: I hope you know that's not gonna happen. You're in the rotation as of tomorrow, so go home.

Brass (about Warrick): You should have put him in your car and driven him home. Grissom: I have to trust the people I work with, Jim. Brass: Look, Warrick's a loose cannon. We both know that. He was in Gedda's strip club ... Grissom: He was off the clock. Brass: ... conducting his own police investigation. Grissom: He's very passionate about this case. Brass: Yeah, passionate enough to sleep with the vic who ended up dead in his car. Look, I know Warrick didn't have anything to do with it, but he needs to back off. Guys like Lou Gedda -- they don't skip on murder and extortion by being lucky. Grissom: What does that mean? You think Gedda's got friends inside the department? Brass: Well, unlike Warrick, I don't make accusations until I have proof.

IAB Investigator: So, in the course of developing this informant, you took her to a motel and had sex with her? Warrick: That part was personal. IAB Investigator: CSI Brown, in your mind, is there any distinction between personal and official? Warrick: Have you guys bothered to call the motel? I checked in with a credit card. I checked out around 5:00. I called a cab. Talk to the cab driver. When I woke up, Candy was gone. When I got back to the club to pick up my car, she was dead. Listen to me. I did not kill her. But I know damn well who did.

Greg: Disposing of animals like this is illegal. Whoever dumped the vic must have known about the site from dumping dogs. Nick: Yup. It looks like he's moving up the food chain.

Wendy: Anytime a dog is impounded in a criminal case, its DNA is collected and profiled. Wendy: It's just like CODIS. Hodges: DODIS. Wendy: Anyway most of the cases in the database are gang-related. But I figured, well, it's worth a shot. Hodges: Well, that'll look good on the old Grissom point meter. Wendy: It's protocol. Hodges: I'm just saying, be careful. No one likes a kiss-ass.

Catherine: You gonna be okay with this one? Doc Robbins: I'm just not used to seeing them alive.

David: Hey Doc. Doc Robbins: Hey. David: I heard your band killed last night. Doc Robbins: Really? Who'd you hear that from. David: My wife's second cousin. Works in the mayor's office for the budget and finance director. He was at the country club. Grooved to your moldy oldies all night. Doc Robbins: They're classics.