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Brass: With all this wind and weather, any evidence of the dump is long gone.
Grissom (nods towards the barrel): We got evidence. Signed, sealed and delivered.
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(finding the body in the barrel)
Catherine: Soap mummy.
Grissom: Adipocere, a.k.a. Mortuary wax. This is what you get when fatty tissue decomposes in an alkaline environment with limited oxygen.
Catherine: All you need is a little moisture and enough time. Anaerobic bacteria digest body fats, converting them into a waxy solid. Kind of like the way they make vegetable shortening.
Brass: I'll never eat another french fry again.
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Grissom: So, let's see. You surf, you scuba dive. You're into latex, you like fashion models and Marilyn Manson. And you also have a coin collection?
Greg: Weird, ha?
Grissom: Well, I race cockroaches.
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Grissom: What happened to your enthusiasm, Greg?
Greg: Well, everytime I make a DNA match in here my world gets a little smaller. Out there I felt large.
Grissom: Out there... means a pay cut.
Greg: It's not about the money.
Grissom: That's good to know.
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Ginger: I'm at home with this. (hands her a picture of a guy)
Catherine: Does it have a name or did it come with the wallet?
Ginger: Pretty funny for a scientist.
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Catherine: I know what it must've been like for you having created something only to lose it.
Luke: Lemme guess, you have a kid?
Catherine: Yes, I have a daughter.
Luke: And you think that just because you squeezed a baby out from between your legs you know how I feel. That's biology, any animal could do that.
Catherine: Uh-huh.
Luke: I took a thought from my head and made it real. It was... perfect.
Catherine: Then I guess the only flaw was you.
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(At a robot battle)
Catherine: Metal objects, money and testosterone.
Brass: We got a room full of murder suspects.
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(In the autopsy room, looking over fragmented bones)
Dr. Robbins: You want a breast or a thigh?
Catherine: It's your kitchen.
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Dr. Robbins: Hand me that foot there, would you?
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Nick: Hey, Sara, I don't want to cross any lines here, but, uh, I've got this buddy who's not going out with anybody...
Sara: No. No, no, forget it.
Nick: He's a cool guy.
Sara: No.
Nick: I mean, you don't ...
Sara: No, Nick ...
Nick: Listen, just hear me out for a second.
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Catherine: Hello.
Bouncer: The cover's 25 bucks each.
Brass (pointing at his badge): I got a coupon.