CSI: Miami

Eric: This isn't even your lab, Wolfe. What are you doing in here? Ryan: Oh, just crossing my T's and dotting my I's. Eric: And since when does that include meddling in my life? Ryan: It included meddling in your life when we started working together. Pal.

(Delco is staying in a seedy motel where a shooting occurs) Horatio: Why are you here, Eric? Eric: I thought I told you. Uh … middle of a condo remodel. I just figured I'd live on the cheap till it's done. I'm fine, H. Just a … It's an excuse to get away for a little while. Horatio: I guess that didn't last long, huh?

Calleigh: There's no telling what happens in these rooms. Frank: I'd rather sleep in a gutter than lay my head on one of these sludge sponges. At least the gutters get cleaned once a week by the city. Calleigh: I think that may end up being our problem in trying to process this motel room. It's gonna hit on every criminal that's walked through the door.

Ryan: This is a really nice place, man. It's very classy. It's got a sort of nice rustic vibe. I bet the ladies love coming here. Eric: It's temporary, Wolfe. Ryan: Oh, it's temporary? So you're looking for a vacancy in a hotel where they don't blindfold you and shoot you in the chest?

Horatio: He was tortured. He's got parallel contusions consistent with whipping. Dr. Price: And you see these puncture wounds here. Someone stabbed him with pins or needles several times. Maybe someone had an S & M appointment there.

Horatio: Maybe we shouldn't interfere. Ryan: You know, when I was running bets, I was very good at bending the truth. So I know the signs. Horatio: I understand. Okay, why don't you go back to the case, and I'll look into it.

Horatio: What did he want? Moldano: Something that could only be found in Cuba. He knows I have connections down there for legal documents. Horatio: What kind of documents? Moldano: Ask him yourself. Horatio: I'm asking you. Moldano: I ain't saying anything more. Horatio: If anything happens to Eric, I'm going to hold you personally responsible. You understand me? Moldano: Is that a threat? Horatio: That's a threat.

(Calleigh looks down from the ceiling vent to see a body covered in ice) Frank: Calleigh, what happened to you? You freeze up? Calleigh: Um, not me exactly.

Linda Bowen: I can see how this looks bad … my boyfriend dead in the tub. Frank: It does look bad, Linda. Looks like you killed him. Shot your neighbor to keep him from telling the cops. Calleigh: Did you, Ms. Bowen? Linda Bowen: I … No … I never killed anyone. Frank: So I won't find a gun in here? Linda Bowen: You're welcome to look.

Ryan: Carl Reston's gun, along with the tire treads, puts you at the original crime scene. Also puts you there at the exact moment there was an attempt on Eric Delko's life. Kate Hawkes: I shouldn't have missed. I didn't count on any...distractions. Horatio: Distractions like Seth Copeland's murder.