CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Season 6 Episode 22

Catherine: So what's a guy dressed for a party, with a key to this hotel, doing out here?
Grissom: I don't know. But the party's over.

David (after finding a stain on Jeffrey's boxers): Mom was right; always wear clean ones because you never know what could happen. What do you think that is?
Warrick: Why don't you take a whiff?
David: Why am I always the guy who has to sniff the shorts?
Warrick: Because it's your job.
David: You do it.
Warrick (laughs and smells the shorts): Red wine.

Catherine: They probably thought that they just taught him a lesson.
Grissom: They did: Don't confuse fantasy with reality.
Greg: Well, hush money or not, you have to admit that whole fantasy night thing was a pretty cool gift from a very generous boss. (looks towards Grissom, who makes a face)
Sara (smirking): Greg, don't you have a birthday coming up?
Greg: Why, yes, Sara, I do.
Catherine: I'm thinking, ear-shredding rock, a beautiful model, boatloads of sushi and...latex.
Greg: Eh, that was last year.
Grissom: I think fantasies are best kept private. (Grissom looks at Sara)
(Nick comes in and they talk about the case a little)
Nick: The biggest fantasy here in Vegas is that everything happens by chance. Nothing here happens by chance. The odds are set before you even walk off the plane. (leaves)
Greg: You know, I'd settle for a birthday breakfast.
Catherine: Now, that is a fantasy.

Sara: Please tell me there are something more to this guys and cars thing, besides the obvious penis extension metaphors.
Greg: So you want me to lie?

(Archie stands up)
Grissom: What are you doin'?
Archie: I've been lookin' at video three days solid now. My butt fell asleep.
(They review some more video tape and find something)
Grissom: Well, call me Ishmael.
Archie: Why?
Grissom: You need to read more, Arch.

Caprice (to Grissom and Sara): Oh, and may all your dreams come true.

(Talking about pool cue chalk)
Hodges: The abrasives give grip to the tip for when it hits the ball.
Catherine: Stop tryin' to make that sound dirty. Our vic had a callus on his hand.
Hodges: Mm...
Catherine (cutting him off): Don't. Which means our vic was playin' alot of pool.
Hodges: So where in this town do you go to shoot stick with a hot blonde and a Ferrari?

Catherine (reading website page): "Caprice unlimited. Anything is possible." (Cath picks up the phone) Sounds like a sex business.
Sara: What are you gonna say?
Catherine: Uh, something other than "A guy is dead and it looks like you're involved." (she gets a message machine) Not taking calls.

Greg: Mick Sheridan the movie producer? I grew up watchin' his action blockbusters--- car chases, ninjas, cyborg death machines. We used to make body armor out of tinfoil, and re-enact the scenes all over the neighborhood. What about you, where you a Green Beret kid? Secret agent?
Grissom: I'm not tellin'. And stay away from my tinfoil.

(Going through the victims hotel room)
Nick: Pair of jeans, full of holes. Musta been wearin' 'em a long time.
Catherine: Either that or he just bought 'em and paid a fortune.
Nick (picks up book): Oh, I remember my first time to Vegas. I got one of these, guide to blackjack. Everybody dreams of hittin' it big out here, don't they?
Catherine: Yeah, well, if that ever ends you can kiss Vegas goodbye.

(Looking at the victim)
Catherine: Nice clothes.
Brass: Well, they do make the man.

Sofia (referring to the crash): Which means the Ferrari was the faster vehicle.
Car Dealer: The Ferarri is always the faster vehicle.

Nick: Who wouldn't help a hot girl in distress?
Grissom: Some guys are intimidated by beauty. They fear rejection. (Grissom looks over at Sara)