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Captain Jim Brass
Detective Joyce Secula
Dr. Al Robbins
Sheriff Brian Mobley
Gil Grissom has a diploma from the University of Chicago. William Peterson, who plays Grissom, is from Chicago.
Goof: When checking the Sorenson paintings for fakes, they use a special light and the tech says that titanium wasn't used in white oil pigments until the 1950s. However, starting in 1921, the pigment was able to be mass produced so it could be used as oil color suitable for artists.
Goof: When the tea-kettle is whistling and Grissom goes to pick it up you can clearly see the cameramen in the reflection.
This is the episode in which Sara becomes a vegetarian after the experiment with the pig. Jorja Fox herself is a vegetarian and a supporter of PETA.
Goof: When Grissom tells the story about the how forensic science was born, Sara incorrectly identifies the investigator as Song Tzu (it's actually Song Ci).
Sara: I wish I was like you, Grissom, I wish I didn't feel anything.
Sara (to Grissom): I heard you were going into an autopsy. How can you just move on to another case? They're laughing at us. You know that, right? They think we're a couple of 'science nerds'. They threw out our findings.
Sara: Any idea how long she's been dead?
Doc Robbins: The elements really got to her. Grissom and his insects are going to have to figure that one out. (Doc Robbins turns around and sees Grissom picking up a bug from the body) Have we lost you, Grissom?
Grissom (muttering): "The worms go in the worms go out the worms play pinochle on your snout."
Sara: Shakespeare again?
Grissom: An old nursery rhyme.
Doc Robbins: A very special insect, Dr. Seuss?
Catherine: Hey, how's the body with the bugs?
Grissom: How do you know about that already? (he turns around and looks at Sara)
Sara: Hey, don't look at me.
Nick: We, uh, played a hunch; checked with homicide. You were late.
Sara: I hate bees.
Grissom: Just paper wasps. They're having too much fun to worry about us.
Sara: I never get used to this part, you know when the bugs get going.
Grissom: Just doing what god intended, recycling us back to the earth.
Brass: I ID'd her body through AFIS, and located her husband.
Grissom: Let me guess. Downtown? The Fremont District? (Brass looks disappointed)
Brass: You know, I'm not even going to ask.
(Warrick and Catherine are looking at the Sorenson painting and Nick walks in)
Catherine: Nicky, how's it going?
Warrick: What's up?
Nick: Good, good. (he looks at the painting) Are you putting one of Lindsey's drawings into evidence? (Cath and Warrick laugh)
Catherine: If only her artwork brought in this kind of dough I wouldn't need to worry about her college tuition.
Nick: Yeah, I heard your missing person was a "painting".
Warrick (scoffs): At least we solved our case.
Nick: Oh! (Nick puts a hand to his chest as if wounded)
Catherine: Keep walking. (Nick laughs and leaves the room)
Grissom (collecting bugs and he names them): John... Paul... George... Ringo.
Sara: Beetles. No alkali fluids in the dirt so she wasn't killed here. Whoever dumped her must have been in a hurry. Didn't take the time to bury her. What do you think?
Grissom: Have you got any of that beef jerky you're always gnawing on?
Sara: You can eat?
Grissom: I want to keep these little fellas alive. They're our first witnesses to the crime.
Scott Shelton (about Sara): You have your hands full with her.
Grissom: So do you.
Sara: We're going to investigate your apartment. Do we need a warrant or are you going to play nice?
Scott Shelton: Come on over. I've got nothing to hide.
Sara: We'll be the judge of that.
Richard Zeigler: Well, this is, uh where the Sorenson was displayed.
Catherine: Sorenson is a painting.
Richard Zeigler: Paul Sorenson was an artist. Early 1900s. (walks away)
Catherine (shrugs, to Warrick): How dumb are we?
Warrick (scoffs): What's he know about the forensic analysis of a friction ridge?
Catherine: Right on.
Grissom (to Ecklie): Then you must feel very small today by association.
Catherine: It's like a fingerprint, for your ear.
Grisson: No, Sara's gonna work with me. You've got a missing person, Sheryl Applegate. Her husband notified the police that she took the car and headed to LA, but she never showed up. A few hours ago, the PD found her car at the bus station. They requested a CSI.
Nick: She took the bus instead, case solved.
Grissom: You've still got to convince a jury.
Sara: On guns. It's got to be better than bugs. Less Latin.
Sara: You're the one who said one piece of evidence is better than ten eyewitnesses.
Grissom: What do you tape everything I say?
Scott Shelton (after Sara discovers blood that has been wiped clean off the wall): I have no idea how it got there.
Sara: Oh... How it "got there" was when you shot your wife in the head, wrapped her in a blanket and left her on the side of a mountains! (points her finger in his face)
Scott Shelton: Get that finger out of my face, bitch! (he pushes her finger away, and she pushes him back)
Grissom: Sara! (Grissom pulls her back)
Sara: You touch me again, you draw back a stump!
Scott Shelton: Look at her.
Scott Shelton: Can't you control her?
Grissom: Get him out of here, Jim!
Scott Shelton: Told you she was a handful.
Sara: Oh, you don't know a handful! (Brass leaves with Scott Shelton)
Grissom: Hey, Sara, what's the matter with you?
Sara: I am a woman, and I have a gun and look how he treated me! I can only imagine how he treated his wife!
Grissom: You have empathy for her, Sara. You want someone to pay for what was done to her. That's normal.
Sara: You want to sleep with me?
Grissom: Did you just say what I think you did?
Sara: That way, when I wake up in cold sweat under the blanket, hearing Kaye's screams ... You can tell me it's nothing. It's just empathy.
Brass: So, you planning a little late-night luau? Roast pig?
Grissom: It's an experiment. Maybe Kaye was dead five days.
Brass: I thought your bugs never made mistakes.
Grissom: They don't. People do. The victim was wrapped in a blanket. Normally a blanket or clothing doesn't impact insect maturation. The insects usually fight their way in anyway. But I examined the folds in Kaye's blanket. She was wrapped tight---maybe tighter than I realized---which would have decreased the corpse's exposure to insects
Brass: So it took longer for the insects to get in there?
Grissom: And deposit their eggs. Maybe two whole days. I've wrapped porky here pretty tight.
Brass: Well, let me ask you this. You killed a pig just for this?
Grissom: This poor ham was already on its way to someone's Christmas dinner
Brass: Wouldn't a rabbit be easier?
Grissom: Gotta be a pig. Interestingly, they're the most like humans.
Brass: Yeah, I've been saying that since I was a rookie. You're on your own, pal.
International Episode Titles:
Czech Republic: Sex, lži a larvy (Sex, Lies and Larvae)
Pre-production title name of Insects.
Grissom: ..full of sound and fury and signifying...what, Doc?
A paraphrase from a line by Macbeth (from Shakespeare's play of the same name) having been confrtonted with the death of his wife and a reflection on the fact that no matter how we start out and spend our lives, we all end up in the same place eventually. The original quote is:
...it is a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury / Signifying nothing.
When Grissom picks beetles off of the dead woman, he names them "John, Paul, George and Ringo"- after the famous Beatles musicians.
Grissom: The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle in your snout.
This is part of a children rhyme called "The Hearse Song." It's a song about death and what happens to the body after one dies. It can be found in the book called "Scary Stories to Tell in The Dark."
The Title: Sex, Lies and Larvae
This episode title comes from the 1989 film "Sex, Lies, and Videotape".
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