Grissom: You think so, huh?
Brass: You got the sleeping bag for easy cleanup, the bathtub to catch the bullet, open window so the stench alerts the neighbors ... god bless him.
(Brass coughs. He flips the lights on. Grissom puts on his glasses to look
at the scene. Brass clears his throat. Grissom looks around and finds a bug and he picks it up)
Grissom: Pupa, stage three.
Brass: English. I'm not an entomologist.
Grissom: It's the third stage of larva metamorphosis. This guy's been dead seven days. (Grissom puts the larva into a container)
Brass: That's a maggot, and he stinks. Oh, good, it's almost 11:00. Maybe if I'm lucky I can break out of here in time for a shot at the first rack of the Krispy Kreme.
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