CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Grissom: The Orionid meteor shower. You never get a view like this in town. Brass Hmm. So, uh, is this part of the investigation? Grissom: No. But we're here, and it's beautiful.

Catherine (as Grissom is looking out at the desert): It's a big desert. Grissom: About 25,000 square miles. Catherine: The nearest town is Pahrump. That's about 30 miles from here. Grissom: But I got water, we can share. Catherine (he starts walking away): Who are you today? Moses? (Catherine pulls out her phone) Yeah, Jim. (laughs) Grissom and I are uh...gonna take a little walk.

(Catherine is on the phone with Nick, and Grissom is standing next to her) Catherine (into the phone): What did autopsy say time of death was? Grissom: 3:15am? Nick: Between 3 and 3:30. Catherine (moves the phone away from her mouth, and turns to Grissom): How did you know that?

(After Catherine loses her cell phone signal and they don't have backup) Grissom: We've got two choices, go back or go forward... (Catherine pulls out her gun and they enter the dark bunker) Catherine: After you.

Catherine: Whoever they are they like junk food. Grissom: Who doesn't? Have you seen the pyramids? Catherine: Does the Luxor count? (he gives her a look) What do you think? I haven't even been to New York. Grissom: I'd like to see the pyramids one day. Catherine: Keep walking. We could come upon them today. (he gives her a look) So, you like archaeology, huh? Grissom: Oh yeah, whenever I wanna feel small.

Warrick (to Tina): Can't we just make out?

Nick (As Sofia is putting on latex gloves): Now, what are you doing? Sofia: You'll be dusting for prints. I'll help. Nick (laughs): Okay.

(After getting a hit on the fingerprint from the kitchen, and to one of the male victims) Sara: College Student. Mandy: Yeah, very impressionable. When I start my religion that's where I'm going to recruit.

Greg: I also found a melted name tag with a sun burst logo. Figured I'd let my finger do the walking. Sara: You scanned the Yellow Pages. Greg: I knew the first three letters. By the way, do you know how many companies in Las Vegas start with S-U-N? Sara: I so don't care.

Grissom: The methodology here appears to be similar to the Heavens Gate Cult in California several years ago. They committed mass suicide to shed their Earthly bodies and hitch a ride on the spaceship hidden in the tail of a Hale-Bopp comet. Catherine (after finding semen on the bed sheets): Well, these Earthly bodies got a good workout first. Big room, big bed, light show. This cult was about gettin' laid. Grissom: Well, Jim Jones and Charles Manson used sex to manipulate their followers. I'm guessing that they were timing their suicide to the Orionid meteor shower last night. Catherine: So while you were watching shooting stars, they were dying? Grissom: There's 12 bunks in there, one bed in here, there should be 13 bodies. Catherine: Two people are missing. Grissom: Maybe they caught the space ship. Catherine (pulls out the bowl of burnt letters): Would you settle for a flying saucer?

Abigail: You don't believe we're alone in the universe? Grissom: Abigail, I'm sure if there is something out there looking down on us from somewhere else in the universe...they're wise enough to stay away from us.

David: Looks like a money belt. Dr. Robbins: Gives new meaning to strapped for cash.

Grissom: Are you having the same mirage, as I am? Catherine: Yeah, a silver Beamer in the middle of the damn desert.

Catherine: Did you notice those buzzards earlier? Grissom: No, but something sure smells good to 'em.

Brass: So dump the body, raid the refrigerator. Grissom: I guess they had an appetite for murder.