CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Dollar: I got more enemies than some countries got people. Brass: Give us some names. Dollar: It's gonna be a long list.

Guy (about his poster business): We're cheap and fast and open 24-7. Brass: Just like my ex-wife.

(During the interrogation) Brass: So, what, are you pinnin' this rap on grandpa? Jeremiah: Yo my grandpa was a gangsta back in the day, you'd be surprised. Brass: Yeah, I'm not really surprised by much anymore. We have a warrant to search your house. And I bet I find a crime to go with everyone of those guns. Jeremiah: If I killed those kids...you would never find a gun.

(After following this guy, he stops in an alley and gets out of his car and walks up towards them) Jeremiah: All 'ya crime scene guys followin' me man. Ya'll think ya'll cops, ya'll ain't cops. Nick (gets out of the truck): That's right, we're not cops, we're mad scientists. (points gun at him) Back away from the vehicle and let me see your hands right now. Warrick (into radio): Dispatch we have a code 3. Jeremiah: Yo, hold on man. You callin' for back up? Your back up or my back up? Warrick: Son, you tryin' to win the wet t-shirt contest? My partner here is a great shot. Jeremiah (looks towards Nick): Yeah, you real cute wit' that gun too. Nick: I'm not gonna tell you again. Jeremiah: You know what man? I done had so many guns pointed at my face I feel right at home lookin' at yours.

(Warrick picks up a piece of evidence) Warrick: What do you think this is? Doc Robbins: That's your job.

(Nick and Brass find Dollar gagged and locked inside a trunk in the back of his car) Dollar: Where we at, man? Brass: You're outside your hotel, sir. Nick: Don't worry we're gonna get you out of there and get you some medical attention alright. Dollar: Man, is you crazy? Look what I got on. I got all these people around here, the press! Man, let me know when we get to the hospital man. (closes trunk) Brass: He's got a point.

(Nick is looking at a picture of Dollar in a bikini) Nick: I'm guessing this is not his next album cover. Greg: I hope not.

Dr. Robbins: Drive-by? Warrick: Yeah, with a hit-and-run chaser.

Nick (checking the body hanging from the pole): No personal effects, no keys, no i.d., nothin'! Either these kids were travelling light, or they were robbed blind. Warrick: Well, who the hell would rob them up there, Andre the Giant?

Hodges: A'ight, G. Warrick: Don't make me shoot you.

Sara (referring to the photos): Maybe you could breathe a little more life into them. Grissom: Yeah. I'm pretty good at mouth to mouth. (Sara furrows her eyebrows at him)

(David holds up a big clock that is around the victims neck) Grissom: What do you think? Time of death (looks at clock) 3:17am? David: Hmm. Shot through a Flavor Flav clock. I haven't seen one of these since high school. Nick: Old school is the new school. (Grissom picks up a staple gun, looking carefully at the blood on it) So, what do you think? This has got to be a gang war, huh? Grissom: Well, if it's a gang war, these kids were out gunned.

Grissom (looking at the body on the telephone pole): Feel like getting high? Nick: Do I have to?