CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Doc Robbins (straining to put the shoe cover on the foot of his prosthetic leg): Come on, you bitch. (gets it on and grabs his cane) I'm allergic to red ants you know. Grissom: Yeah? I put them on my eggs. Doc Robbins: They're dead, I hope.

Sara: How does somebody cross the line where killing a woman is a turn-on? Catherine: Oh, I don't think snuff makers cross a line, I think they start on the other side of it. Sara: Biology determining pathology. Warrick: Yeah, some people were just born bad.

(After he throws a phone book into the hallway, and Sara was walking by) Sara: Why are you throwing phone books? Warrick: 'Cause a beaker gets glass all over the place. Sara: What's wrong? Warrick: It's this curtain that the porn girl was found wrapped in. I've got no prints, no second donor. I've got nothing to link this porn guy to the girl's murder. It's just driving me nuts. Sara: I'm fine. Warrick: I'm sorry. Are you okay? Sara: Yeah. You missed me by a mile. We may have something. Warrick: Really? Sara: Right here. I wanted to show you. When he's stabbing her, she's bleeding all over him. Warrick: Well, a void proves that, but we still can't prove it's him. Sara: Yeah, but her blood might. Catherine and I suspect transference. She had HIV. Warrick: Well, how are we going to get a sample of Sampson's blood? Sara: Warrant, based on the butterscotch dirt that you found on his car. Warrick: Oh, I like that. Sara: You might want to apologize to the phonebook.

Film Processor: I've processed hundreds of bogus snuff films. But this, this one just felt different. Catherine: Yeah, it should. Arterial spray was real. Grissom: It's not fake blood. It's human. That was a murder... on 16 millimeter.

Nick: You ever ride a horse, Grissom? Grissom: Nope, just rollercoasters.

(Looking through bins of snuff films) Catherine: Bins of sin.

Catherine: Pornos buy "short ends" from legitimate clearing houses. Saves money and they're impossible to trace. Sara: Really? Catherine: I pulled a porno ring using teenage girls a couple years ago. Learned all you would wanna know about the adult film industry. (pause) Hell of a way to go. Sara: I always thought that snuff films were an urban myth. I mean, outside of urban Bangkok. Catherine: FBI's official position on snuff films in the U.S. of A? No such thing. Sara: What's their unofficial position? Catherine: Single film goes for hundred grand ... original negative. Sara: And this snuff filmmaker decided to send his film out to get processed. Catherine: Greedy doesn't mean smart.

(On the phone, talking about a body covered in fire ants, but Grissom's already on a case) Brass: Reconsider, bring bug spray. Grissom: No bug spray.

(The killer has been infected by his victim's HIV positive blood) Catherine: You killed her. Sara: I guess she killed you back.

Dr. Robbins: And how does an entymologist feel about putting ants to death? Grissom: I view them as martyrs in a scientist's holy war.

Brass (looking at a body covered in ants): Man or woman? Grissom: Ant hill. They're using this body as a colony site. I'm going to have to take this box and the specimen back to the lab as is. These insects are evidence.

Brass: You know, I heard that these things (fire ants) can kill a deer - is that right? Grissom: Well, with enough colonies, they can kill people. Brass: What about our person? Grissom: Well, only if they also learned how to put him in a box and dump him in a ditch.