CSI: Miami

Speed: If Veronica's so innocent, why did she try to dump the body?

Eric: If the evidence is equivocal, we've got to go with the only witness. Speed: Yeah, the other one's dead, that helps.

Speed: Amnesia huh? That's pretty convenient... maybe she's got an evil twin we can interrogate. Eric: Look she has a concussion, memory loss is common. Speed: It'll all come back to her once she gets an attorney.

(Frank and Calleigh reenact the concert shooting) Calleigh: Can you be my bodyguard? Det. Tripp: Only if I can call you Whitney.

10 Large: (checking Calleigh out) Damn! Nice cakes! Calleigh: Oh!... charming.

(One of the bodies in morgue freezer comes back to live) Alexx: It's Alexx, are there any Rescue units in the building? I need a crew in the autopsy theater immediately, I've got a live one.

(Horatio and Det. Tripp question a suspect) Horatio: How did you get your name? Thugg-G: Thugg-G? Horatio: Yes Thugg-G: Yeah, you know I did some major dirt back in the day, but it's in the past you know, I did my time. Horatio: And you're about to do some more. Det. Tripp: I'm pretty sure you're aware "10 Large" has a restraining order against you Mr. G, and you violated it. Horatio: Welcome home.

(Speed and Eric discuss a rap magazine) Eric: ...Yeah, but he's just talking trash, in the business it's all about the streets. Speed: Right, you've got to keep your pimp hand strong.

(Speed and Eric are collecting the crowd's cell phones) Crowd Girl: Don't you need a warrant of something? Speed: Yeah, if you want it locked in evidence for 3 years. Eric: Or you can just give it to us for 3 hours, your choice. (the girls hands over her phone) Crowd Girl: Ok, but what am I supposed to do for 3 hours? Speed: I don't know, stop talking?

Horatio: I notice there's mmm... blood on your jacket. Bodyguard: It's a busy afternoon. Det. Tripp: Yeah, your client got shot, nice work.

(A shooting has occurred at a rap concert) Alexx: You know rap? Horatio: No, but I know wrap sheets, and Dwayne (the rapper's name) has a criminal past. Alexx: He assured me that he was fine, refuses treatment. Horatio: Interesting... Frank, any witnesses? Det. Tripp: What's left of the audience, we're holding on to them, but a couple dozen people fled the scene. Horatio: Flying bullets will tend to do that, won't they? Is Mr. Large (the rapper's artistic name) talking? Det. Tripp: Not to the cops. Horatio: Ok, but the press is fine. Det. Tripp: Yeah, no doubt this little incident will push his release to number one. Horatio: Yes, number one... with a bullet.

Horatio: Dispatch said there were two victims… Alexx: More if you count the guy's ego.

Horatio: Craig, fingerprints are like old habits… they die hard!