CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

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) Nick: Hey. Warrick: Hey. 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. Grissom: Sara! 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 table. 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.