CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Grissom: Hey, Greg, you missed some. Greg (sighs): Well, one more spider bite won't make a difference. (starts climbing back down into the hole) But you being the bug guy probably enjoy being bitten.

Warrick: Tight suit, baby. Hodges: Actually it's not. I've only gained a couple pounds and I tend to--- Warrick: No, I mean it looks good on you. (Warrick smirks) Hodges: I see. Well, thank you, Warrick. Greg: So what's with the get up? Hodges: I was with Conrad and the mayor at the city council budget meeting requesting more funds for you slackers. Greg: So, you probably didn't have any time to get some work done? Hodges: Au contraire, multitasking is my forte. In fact, I showed your results for the city council fine crime fighting, courtesy of your trace lab.

Grissom: We got one more lead to follow up before we call this a "slam dunk." Greg: What lead? Grissom: I don't think your sixth sense is working as well as you had hoped.

Grissom: I need to talk to you. Greg: You heard about the strip club? Grissom: I hear about everything, Greg. Greg: That ear surgery paid off.

Catherine: Hey, Gil. If you're swamped I could always cancel my vacation plans. Grissom: We got it covered. Catherine: Good, 'cause I wasn't really that serious.

Tammy: You got the dime, I got the time. Greg: Unfortunately, the crime lab doesn't have a budget for that.

Greg: Hey. Warrick: Greg, what are you doin' here? Greg: Oh, Grissom said you're backin' me up, can't back me up if I'm not here. Warrick: The next time you screw me up with Grissom I'm gonna back you up right off a cliff.

Warrick: Stand up please. Reese: I can go? Warrick: No. You can strip down to your scivvies. Reese: Excuse me? Brass: Do you want some music?

Grissom: And remind me again why you didn't show up at the crime scene? Warrick: 'Cause your former lab boy begged me for it. He offered to take my next holiday on call. I thought he was nuts but I wasn't gonna pass him up.

Brass: Say 'hello' to Anna Leah and Lori, you remember them a few years ago, they stole a car and found a severed head in the trunk. Grissom: How could I forget that?

Grissom: Where are you and Lindsey going this year? Catherine: Disneyland. With the parents. Grissom: Quality time with dad? Catherine: Oh yeah. And Sam wanted to take some Tangiers jet, but my mother refused, said it wasn't the tradition. So now we're driving. Yeah, that would be hell of a road trip. Grissom: Have fun. Say "hi" to Sam.

Wendy: Hey - I'm on a break, I'll see you in twenty. Greg: Vending machine is on me if you give me the results first. Wendy: No. Make it dinner. Greg: Me and you? Wendy: Me, you and my friend Julie. Greg: Okay, but I get to sit in the middle. Wendy: Deal.

Greg: Hey, Henry, what's up? Henry: My job can get a little mundane sometimes (brandishing a vial) - not today. Greg: I'll second that and raise you a stripper. Henry: Okay, sure...

Reese: Most nights I work til six, then I like (pauses) to go to the Strip-o-rama. Brass: I thought you didn't like meat.

Grissom: Greg? Greg: Hey. Grissom: I thought I paged Warrick on this. Greg: Oh yeah, about that, we traded days. Grissom: Because? Greg: Well, it's a long story, but the short answer is... I have an expertise in the occult. Grissom: Oh.

Greg: You have to admit, it's pretty eerie. Sedona's visions of her own death. Grissom: Yeah. Maybe you should ask Nana Olaf to contact her, see how she's doing. Greg: Yeah, I know you're a cynic. I just think you can have beliefs and still be a scientist. Grissom: I agree. The problems arise when people mistake their beliefs for the science.

Dr. Robbins (to Grissom, referring to the victim): Before you ask, no I didn't find her third eye.

Greg: Have you ever been to a psychic? Grissom: Would you be surprised? Greg: Yeah. Grissom: Surprise.

Grissom: Where did you say your expertise came from? Greg: My Nana Olaf. She was a psychic. She didn't have a store, she just had a kitchen table and she prognosticated from there. She had a sixth sense and the family thinks that I might have inherited it. Grissom: Okay, what am I thinking? Greg: That I'm due for a promotion? Grissom: I'm thinking you need to focus on your other five senses.