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(Hodges is watching Mia work)
Catherine: It's hard to look and not touch, isn't it? (Hodges is startled)
Hodges: That poor kid has been working her tail off. Only fair, considering how DNA gets most of the glory these days.
Catherine: Have something for me?
Hodges: Of course.
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Mia: I ran the DNA through CODIS and Missing Persons, and I came up empty. But one thing I do know is that one of her markers is out of the control range.
Grissom: "Off-ladder" peak?
Mia: You talk the talk, but did you know the frequency of that anomaly is one in every 250?
Grissom: I learn something new every day around here.
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Grissom: I hear our victim is still alive.
Greg: I don't see why.
Grissom: Well, she's not ready to let go yet.
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Greg: I thought ... I just assumed she was dead.
Doctor: It's a miracle she's not. This is as bad as it gets.
Greg: How extensive are the burns?
Doctor: Eighty percent. Mostly third degree.
Greg: I hope the morphine's working.
Doctor: Third degree burns are painless. The nerves are burned away. She's not conscious of what's happening to her.
Greg: Not now.
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Nick: So, what, we're looking at a murder-suicide? Guy kills his family and then turns the gun on himself?
Warrick: Well, you know it's a possibility. Brass pulled his financials. Morgan Stewart was in debt up to his eyeballs. He was in danger of losing his house.
Catherine: Never underestimate the fragility of the male ego.
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Grissom: This area is always a good place for star gazing.
Sara: It's a good make-out spot too, so I've heard.
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Sofia: What's the problem?
Greg: Nothing. I'm fine.
Sofia: You're not.
Greg: I feel like a wuss. Grissom told me I should take a break, and I did.
Sofia: Your burn victim.
Greg (nods): How do you get an image like that out of your mind?
Sofia: You go home. You, uh ... hug your cat, your dog, your pillow. You have a beer, you watch a movie, and then you come back tomorrow.
Greg: Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Sofia: Rumor has it you used to be a pretty funny guy. Don't lose that.
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Sara: Possible accelerant.
Grissom: Or possible martini. (Sara picks up the broken mouth of the bottle of vodka and smells it)
Sara: I didn't think you could smell vodka.
Grissom: Well, that depends on how long it was distilled.
Sara: Cheap stuff.
Grissom: Ironically, the word for "vodka" comes from the Russian phrase zhizennia voda. "Water of life."