CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Catherine: Brass just closed your arson/murder. The contractor confessed. Nice work. Langston: Thanks. Catherine (noticing he is looking over evidence): I thought that this one was closed too. Langston: It is. Catherine: Then why are you wasting the taxpayer's money? (Ray is silent) I'm kidding. (Ray exhales, and smiles)

Brass (to the victim's wife): You know, it's always sad when a husband gets in the way of his wife's blossoming affair with their contractor.

Nick: Aw, man. Catherine: What? Nick (holding out a spoonful of his cereal so she can see): Look at that. (there's a fly in it) You see that? Catherine: Yep. (they all laugh) Greg: I wonder why Grissom loves this place. (they laugh again, Nick eats the spoonful of cereal) Catherine: You didn't just do that, did you? Nick: What? Riley (laughs): Ew. Greg: Check please. Langston: It's on me. ... The new guy pays, right? Greg: Only if he's smart.

Greg: I'm tellin' 'ya, every time I turn around one of these unis is givin' us the stink eye. Nick: Come on, now. You're imagin' that. Greg: No, I'm not. Riley: That's what happens when you make a lab geek the Undersheriff. Catherine: Oh, that job is punishment enough. I actually feel sorry for Ecklie.

Hodges: The residue on the metal disk, is indeed what was found on the glass shards. Zea mays. Langston: Uh, my botany's a little rusty, but I'd say... Corn? Hodges: I call it Maize. Are you trying to impress me? Langston: Did I? (Hodges smirks) So, we've got corn, a Mason jar, a piece of metal roof flashing, and an electrical cord. How do you make a detonator out of that? Hodges: I don't know. Langston: You don't know? That's not your reputation, Mr. Hodges.

Catherine (printing a receipt): You sure you don't wanna give this a shot? Langston: I prefer to watch you. Catherine: Magnetic powder works best on porous surfaces because it doesn't smear. Langston: I hear it's all in the wrist. Catherine: Actually, I think it's all in the fingers, but that's me.

Langston (after a father slaps the back of his son's head): What? It's not our job to protect him? Riley: His father let us in here without a warrant. And he wasn't breaking any laws. We're here to collect evidence, we're not social workers.

Langston: You bought my book? Archie: Yeah. Langston: Did you read it? Archie: Yeah. Langston: Well, I guess that makes you one of the few.

Hodges (to Ray): Well, you certainly have a doctor's handwriting, next time print.

Nick: There is a little no-tell motel around here some where. We found a corpse under the bed, it had been there for about four days. People just went right on usin' the room, until it was too ripe to ignore. Langston: Did you catch the guy who did it? Nick: Yeah, yeah, we did, eventually. Langston: Then that's a good story.

Nick (showing Ray how to dust for fingerprints): It's all in the wrist.

Nick (to Ray, about print powders): What'd you do, try to use all of 'em? In the field you really only need three powders. Black, magnetic, and dragon's blood, if you can't get a print off one of those, you're better off just taking it back to the lab.

Catherine: That's quite a kit you got there, Ray. Langston: Well, it's my first official shift, I wanna be prepared. Catherine: Your training coordinator said that you were very thorough. Add this to your check list. Whenever you're on call, have a pen and paper near your bed, along with a change of clothes, ball cap, bottled water, sun block, and make sure you got a Thomas guide inside your vehicle in case your GPS crashes. You don't want your evidence degrading as you're scrabbling to get your act together.

Catherine: So, Nicky, Mr. Eater-of-Flies, I want you to have Grissom's office. Nick: I thought you were gonna use it. Catherine: I hate moving. Nick: I don't know about that, it doesn't really feel right. Catherine: Well, it may not for awhile, but make it your own.

Ecklie (looking around Grissom's empty office): So where'd it all go? I can't imagine Grissom being all too happy without his irradiated fetal pig. Catherine: He asked me to send a couple things to the research station in Costa Rica, and the rest is just going into storage at his place. Ecklie: So, he didn't sell his home? Catherine: A condo in Vegas? That's 50 cents on the dollar at this point. Ecklie: Hmm, tell me about it. Well, you've got a blank canvas. You're senior supervisor, it's your office now. Catherine: Oh, I like the one I have. Ecklie: Catherine, if you don't want it, fine, but you can't leave it empty, all right? We don't have the space for a shrine.

Doc Robbins (referring to a corpse): Care to do the honors? Ray: It's been a while since I cut. Doc Robbins: Eh, it's like destroying a bicycle.

Nick: You know you are not required to wear a tie unless you are in court, right? Ray: Yes, I know. (pauses) There's something wrong about wearing a tie? Nick: No, no.