CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

(Nick and Catherine are watching a video of a rhino being shot) Nick: They're called canned hunts. Going on all over the country. Catherine: I'm sorry. There's just no sport in that. It's just sick. Nick: Well, you got that right. Point is, you don't have to go to Africa to hunt wild game anymore. If you've got the money, Africa comes to you. Catherine: And they drug the animals? Nick: To guarantee a kill, yeah. Catherine: But in our case, both the hunter and the prey ended up dead. Nick: Something went wrong.

Catherine: So, Robbins confirmed that our vic was killed by the bear. Nick: Okay. Case closed. Catherine: Uh, not quite. I spoke with the Ranger. There's no way that a Kodiak bear just wanders into Nevada, so whoever smuggled him in could be charged with homicide. Warrick: How's that? Catherine: The bear could be considered a lethal weapon.

Catherine: I had to see with my own eyes. You're actually autopsying a bear. Doc Robbins: It's called a necropsy. And as the head M.E., it falls under my purview. I'm going to write an article for the journal. They love this sort of stuff.

Sofia (about the victim): Maybe some good samaritan offered her a lift. Grissom: Yeah, and evidently didn't take her where she wanted to go.

(after a man is found dead near the body of a bear) Catherine: You have a cause of death for this guy? Doc Robbins: I can confirm he was mauled by an angry bear.

Sofia: Well, when two people of the opposite sex conspire to kill one of their partners, sex or money is almost always involved. Now, Lori's friend, Amy, did say Mark was a player. Brass: Hello, Mrs. Robinson. Sofia: I had this boyfriend, back in college and when he got his first Harley let's just say we sat face-to-face and went for a ride. Brass: A Bentley's a lot more comfortable than a bike. (Sofia chuckles)

(Looking at a Bentley) Greg: If you added up every cent I've made in my entire life, I still wouldn't be able to afford half this car. Sara: Yeah, but why would you want to? The insurance premiums are sky-high. Not to mention theft, scratches. Greg: It's art. And I'd have every girl in the neighborhood after me. Sofia: Not when they saw your apartment. Sara: You've been in Greg's apartment? Sofia: Who hasn't? (they all smile)

Grissom: Hey, the rich are just as deviant as the poor.

Hodges (to Sofia): And unlike some men in this lab whose initials are Greg Sanders, she probably washes her hands.

Grissom: A brown hair with a follicular tag. A person's entire identity balled up in a few nanograms of matter. Sara: Assuming one's identity can be wholly quantified by our DNA. Grissom: Well, genetically, it can. We're completely programmed as soon as the sperm hits the egg. Sofia: So we're defined at a cellular level? Grissom: More or less. Sofia: No. Identity is the totality of our life experiences and our brain neurons process our relationship to the world and each other. Grissom: I stand corrected. DNA is not who we are but what we are. Sofia: What we are never changes. But who we are never stops changing. Grissom: Yeah. Whether we like it or not.

Sofia: You got a minute? Grissom: Sure. You did a nice job on the case. Sofia: I, uh ... I just wanted you to know that I've enjoyed working with you. Grissom: Well, I've enjoyed working with you as well. Sofia: No, it's time I made a change. I don't like the direction the lab's headed. Grissom: You mean Ecklie? You can't pay any attention to him. Sofia: No, you got a good team, but I was a supervisor. My demotion was undeserved, and every day I'm here, I'm reminded of that. (Grissom just looks at Sofia) What? Grissom: Well, someone once said, "What we are never changes, but who we are... never stops changing." Let's have dinner, shall we?

Greg: I don't mean to pry, but you want to talk about what happened with you and Ecklie? Sara: Not really. Greg: I don't know if you know this about me, but I'm a good listener. Sara: I blew up at Ecklie. It was very unprofessional. And very satisfying, and now I'm moving on. Thanks for asking.