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Nick: You just made yourself useful, my friend.
Greg: Oh yeah?
Nick: Yeah.
Greg: How?
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Grissom: You never get a second chance to make a first impression.
Sara: A square of nine dots on paper and you can only draw four lines to connect them... without the pen ever leaving the paper.
Grissom: Right. Think outside the box.
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Grissom: Mr. Renteria, your apartment walls are covered in human blood. Are you aware of that?
Clifford Renteria: Yeah.
Grissom: Do you have an explanation?
Clifford Renteria: It's my blood.
Grissom: Your blood?
Brass: You got a stigmata?
Clifford Renteria: No. I get nosebleeds.
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Detective O'Riley: Hey. I don't even know where to start with this one. Take a look at that. A scuba diver... up a tree.
Nick: Wow.
Catherine: How the hell he'd get up there?
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Grissom: For all we know, this is animal blood.
Brass: Yeah, sure. Deer, sheep, llama.
Grissom: A deer hunter comes home from the mountains drunk decides to play butcher clean his kill. Chops his game up into oven-sized pieces for the winter. I mean, what does he care? He's renting.
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Catherine: Hey, coffee boy. Where's my DNA? Cigarette butt? Match book time-delay device? Hair spray? Any of this sound familiar?
Greg: Bags under the eyes, coffee cups, stress face. Any of this look familiar? I'm working on it.
Catherine: Did Grissom put his stuff in front of mine?
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Nick: Rocket man.
Catherine: Yeah. Got to love this job.
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Catherine: Well, they only get us something if they match Walden's ninja coffee table.
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Grissom: Yeah, well... as it turns out our guy stands very close to the wall and blows almost sideways.
Warrick: This is unreal. You actually saw him do this?
Grissom: Right through his Jimmy Durante. Ambidextrous, both nostrils.
Sara: Great. Our big murder is a nosebleed.
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Sara: What are we looking for exactly?
Grissom: Same thing we're always looking for; evidence to a crime scene.
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(Seeing a bug at a crime scene)
Grissom: Dermastidae masculatus.
(Suspect looks confused)
Sara: That's Latin for "You're hiding a dead body."
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(Catherine is walking by DNA)
Greg: Hey! Yo, Cat!
Catherine (she walks into DNA): I'm going to forget you called me that.
Greg: Sorry.
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Grissom: Two things that have nothing to do with each other.
Sara: Or everything.
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(Sara walks out to find Grissom pacing furiously)
Sara: You okay?
Grissom: Ninety-five.
Sara: Excuse me?
Grissom: Normally my pulse is seventy, when it gets up to ninety-five, I realize just how mad I am. I- I have ten people working around the clock on this thing.
Sara: You're too hard on yourself.
Grissom: No, no. I'm not mad at me. There's a body in there and that guy knows where it is!
Sara: So what's your pulse at now? You wanna... take a walk around the block? Get some air.
Grissom: No.
Sara: Clear your head.
Grissom: I'm fine.
Sara: Okay. (touches his cheek, he looks surprised) Chalk... from plaster.
Grissom (rubs his face): Oh.
Sara: Better go wash up.
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Catherine: So I suppose you believe in Santa Claus?
Nick: After this... oh yeah.
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Nick: Hey, leggo my Greggo!