CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Doc Robbins: I reviewed that Jane Doe autopsy from '75. Keppler: That was fast. Doc Robbins: Well I'm sure the original examination was too. M.E. was a hack named Sam Bernard. He, uh, retired a little while after I started. Once saw him do a Y with a scalpel in one hand and a hot dog in the other. Keppler: Take it he wasn't known for his, uh, rigorous analysis. Doc Robbins: He was known for liking hotdogs. (Keppler chuckles)

Catherine: Dr. Dave's smile is perfect. Keppler: Would you go to a dentist with bad teeth?

Keppler: In theory, as the killer gets more and more comfortable after each act, the locations of the bodies should spiral outward from one central point. Warrick: I'll tell 'ya one thing your dump sites do have in common. Keppler: What's that? Warrick: When the bodies were found in the location they were at the time had the highest crime rate in the city. Keppler: Smart. Your crime center seems to move around here a lot, huh? Warrick: Well, in Vegas new is old in 5 years. Old is history in 10, and nothin' ever seems to leave a mark. Keppler: Sounds refreshing.

Greg: So what's the verdict on this Keppler guy? (Catherine gives him a look) What? You're usually pretty quick to size people up. Catherine: The jury's still out but he knows what he's doing.

Catherine (about the victim): This girl's barely outta high school. Keppler: Catnip. Catherine: Excuse me? Keppler: The way they attract men at that age, it's like catnip. Catherine: That's a terrifying thought. Keppler: You have kids? Catherine: A daughter, fifteen. Keppler: You must be a hit on career day.

Sara: It's possible that this one is just a coincidence. Keppler: It's not. Catherine: How do you know? Keppler: Because I do. This guy pays attention to the details. He knows what he likes, doesn't mix it up. The thing that gets me is the discipline though, he's got a habit but he seems to be able to control it. Only needs to kill once every ten years or so and when he does, he's got a type. Nick: Pretty but not pricey. Keppler: And not likely to be missed. Catherine: You're a CSI, not a profiler. Keppler: What's the difference? Catherine: Evidence. I want leads and ID's. Follow up on what you've got.

Keppler: So, is the pizza really that bad? Catherine: I like it.

Keppler: Hear you got one of the fastest growing murder rates in the country. Brass: Yeah, we're very competitive. Is that a Philly accent I hear? Keppler: Trenton, born and bred. Brass: My condolences. I'm from Newark. Keppler: How you doing? Brass: How are you? Keppler: I thought I heard something familiar. Brass: But, you've got to love Vegas, isn't that right Catherine? Catherine: My hometown. Brass: I mean the pizza's terrible, but everything else is paradise.

Keppler: You ever see a cat playing with a mouse? Point isn't to kill the mouse, just to keep the game going. Catherine: I'm guessing you have cats. Keppler: No, I just like the metaphor. Same game every time. Cat comes home, leaves its kill on the door step. Catherine: He's done this before. I'm with 'ya there. Keppler: So what got our cat's attention this time? Around puberty, guys fixate on a certain appearance that turns them on. Tall, skinny; short, red hair...(Catherine stares at him) whatever floats your boat. It's imprinted. Hard to let go of. Catherine: Okay, so we know what his type is and we know what he likes to do with 'em.

Catherine (refering to the serial killer): Unlike most guys, this one knows how to clean up after himself.

Keppler: Kind of reminds me of my Uncle Ralph. Catherine: Not the serial killer part, I hope. Keppler: Well, I haven't seen him in a while, who knows?

Catherine: So the original M.E. didn't even do an autopsy? Doc Robbins: What can I say? He was a lazy bastard.

Hodges: You rang? Nick: Yeah, I-I think I need a hand here Hodges. Hodges: What it this? Nick: It's from the '89 Jane Doe, I'm looking for anything that will help us out. Hodges: These look like rat droppings. Nick: That's because they are rat droppings, man. Hodges: Are you familiar with the Hantavirus? Carried by rodents, transmitted to humans when they inhale vapors from contaminated urine, saliva, or feces. That crap will kill you! Nick: Hodges... Glove up. Hodges: If I start leaking blood from my eyeballs, I'm blaming you.