Viva Las Vegas

Sara: *to herself* So I had some time to think while I was away...enough time to figure out why I made such a stupid mistake. I do not have a drinking problem...I have a *me* problem. My P.E.A.P. counselor suggested that it would be a good idea for me to talk to my supervisor...and that's you...Grissom. (pause) I never told you about my family...I never told anyone about my family, why would I—

Nick: *about the buried alien* One thing's for sure: it's gonna take a lot longer gettin' him out than it did gettin' him in.
Detective Travis: Can't you just beam him back to the morgue?

Greg: Grissom, I'd like to introduce you to Chandra Moore.
Chandra: Pleased to meet you sir, I'm a fan.
Grissom: Wow, you're hot.
Chandra: I'm..I'm sorry..
Grissom: You're eminating heat. This is a new infared camera. It's good for looking at evidence in the dark. *to Greg* Did you get her blood yet?
Chandra: W..why?
Grissom: So many reasons.

Catherine: Why is it you guys can never hit the bowl?
Detective Vartann: You know if this guy took viagra, you're lucky he hit the floor and not the ceiling.

Grissom: Bring me the head of John the Baptist.
Alien wedding guy: Are you two married?
Sara: No.
Alien wedding guy: No? Well we're open 24 hours. There's a toll free number right on the back. *to Nick* She's gonna getcha. *Nick chuckles*

Crystal: He says he'll kill me if I roll over on him. The way I saw it, I had two choices: Either kill him or go to jail.
Grissom: Congratulations, you got both.

Sara: David, I think I know where he's from! Planet Seiko... *shows watch to Nick* E.T.
Nick: Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Catherine to Dr. Robbins: Have you ever tried to shake your ass in four inch heels? *Dr. Robbins looks up* Don't answer that.

Brass: Hey Gil, wait. You got something stuck to your shoe. Oh no, It's just Sanders.

Down the Drain

Grissom: If you're gonna be sick, Greg, do it in the sink.
Dr. Robbins: Not in the drain pan.
Greg: I don't feel sick.

Sara: I don't have a death wish and I'm not a drunk. In case you were worried.
Grissom: I'm not worried. I'm concered.
Sara: Isn't that kind of the same thing?

Greg: What are you doing?
Grissom: Good you're here. *throws a cup at him* Fill this up for me will ya?
Greg: With what?
Grissom: It's a urine speciman cup, Greg. What do ya think?
Greg: Okay.
*A little later Greg comes back with the cup filled*
Grissom: That took a long time. You may need a prostate exam.
Greg: My prostate is just fine. I'm not a soda fountain.
Grissom: Well, hopefully you are, 'cause I need a number two as quickly as possible.
Greg: What is this all about?
Grissom: The victims body was found in the sewer. Amibent temperture 80 degrees. The corrosive chemials caused the body to decompose faster than nomral. And I wanna find out how much faster. Today.
Greg: This is some kind of CSI hazing. Make me appreciate blood and semen more.

Sara: I heard you finally lost your virginity.*Greg gives her a look* First autopsy, how was it?
Greg: It was fine. How was your first time? How'd you react?
Sara: I puked.
Greg: I didn't puke.
Sara: Way to go, tough guy.

Catherine: Did I ever tell you the city paid me a dollar a square foot to rip out my lawn and replace it with rocks? Because we were in a drought.
Warrick: Are you kiddin' me?
Catherine: No.
Warrick: This city was not made for rain.

Mr. Durbin: *being taken away by two cops* Sons of bitches! I'm gonna sue your ass into the ground. I hope you know that. Yeah. I'm gonna own you. I'm gonna own this whole place. In fact, maybe that's where I'll live. I'm just gonna move in here.

Rick Dysart to Grissom: Only one thing you need to worry about: If you see me running, make sure you keep up.

Owen Durbin: You talk to my mother like that again, I'll kill you. I'll kill both of you!!

Harvest

Grissom: Nick, you failed firearms qualification. You can't be here.
Nick: Oh, yeah. Well, I'm taking it again day after tomorrow, so I figured I could work.
Gil: Not in the field.
Nick: You're serious?
Gil: You're in violation just carrying the weapon.
Nick: Copy that. I'll be in the lab.

Warrick: I take it you qualified at the range.
Nick: You take it right.
Warrick: What'd you shoot?
Nick: 260 out of 300. 225's passing, which I believe was your high score.

Catherine: Okay, what or who is on Fremont Street that you would risk your life to get to? Mouthing off to teachers, slipping grades and now hitchhiking. I mean, what is next, Lindsay?
Lindsay: Stripping.
Catherine: What did you just say? Okay, no phone, no friends, no nothing.
Lindsay: For how long?
Catherine: A month.
Lindsay: Whatever.
Catherine: Hey, you want to make it two?
Lindsay: Dad always said you were a drama queen.
Catherine: Well, what do you expect, Lindsay, since he was always high.
Lindsay: I'd take dad high over you any day! Nana's coming to pick me up. I'll be out front.

Catherine: She was the same age as Lindsay. She was trying to hitchhike.
Grissom: Where was she going?
Catherine: Fremont Street.
Grissom: Was she buying drugs?
Catherine: No! She's twelve. She's... just so angry. She doesn't talk to me.
Grissom: Well, if enough people knew what was out there hunting them, they'd never leave their house. I think you need to sit her down.
Catherine: Well, I don't want to scare her. I don't want my daughter to be this... frightened, paranoid kid who's always looking over her shoulder.
Grissom: Catherine, there's a big difference between scaring her and preparing her. And all the reasons why you should are in that room.

Sybil Perez to Catherine: So, what kind of mother are you? When do you see her? You work nights. You probably don't even know where she half the time. Alicia's life may not have been simple, but at least I knew her. Can you say the same?

Dr. Robbins: Kids don't belong in the coroner's office unless they're in a drawer. You should've found a different way to deal with your daughter's rebellion.
Catherine: Well, with due respect, Doc, this doesn't concern you.
Dr. Robbins: Ever notice how childhood keeps getting shorter and shorter? Whose fault is that?
Catherine: I honestly don't know!

Grissom: If that was the case, why didn't you just take own life instead of hers?
Daniel Perez: Suicide isn't an option it's an unforgivable sin in the eyes of god.
Grissom: But you believe that your god forgives murder?

Daniel: You may not believe in God sir, but you do his work.

Daniel: I didn't realize until today how lucky I am. I know exactly how I'm gonna die. Most people don't. That's what they're afraid of.

Crow's Feet

Catherine: If you believe in me, you will never thirst. Rivers of Living water shall flow from your bellies. John 7:38.
Nick: You getting religious on me?
Catherine: Apparently, some fringe health professionals have used the biblical passage as justification for urine therapy.
Nick: Drinking your own pee?

Catherine: Roll up your sleeve, make a muscle. Oh. Now, how much time and effort went into this? I'm gonna guess five days a week a the gym, low carb, low fat, slow burn, and for what, Nicky? For what?
Nick: That's a good point, but it's not the same thing.
Catherine: No. It's nice, though.
Nick: Well, thanks, I'm not even flexing it yet either.

Dr. Robbins: I found ten cc's of urine in her stomach. Digestive system is intact and I found no bruises or abrasions in her mouth. So there's only one way it could've gotten there.
Catherine: Chug-a-lug.

Grissom: Does it bother you that you make your living killing insects?

Swap Meet

Grissom: As Lord Byron once said: "In a desert, a fountain is springing."
Brass: Well this one sprung a dead woman.

Grissom: *opening dishwasher and pulling out a vibrator* Well, cleanliness is next to Godliness.

Mia: Nine vibrators, five plugs, four strands of beads.
Greg: And a partridge in a pear tree. Some kids are happy playing in the sand box, others want every toy in the store. And apparently these are dishwasher safe.
Mia: I'll swab the nooks and crannies for semen, vaginal secretions and epithelials, but don't get your hopes up.
Greg: Oh, my money's on bag number two.
Mia: Twenty-six used condoms.
Greg: Just like being back in college, right?
Mia: Sara said you didn't lose your virginity until you were 22.
Greg: Grissom and I figured that they practiced safe sex, so we processed their trash. Check them inside and out, please.
Mia: I've analyzed condoms before, Greg. Just not in bulk.

Catherine: What? You want the day spot for yourself? You're worried about giving me a good A.P. score and breaking up the team? Or maybe you just think that I'm incapable of the position? Not worthy of the promotion? Is that it? I'm just always, always, always defending myself to you. I'm unbelievable. I have a daughter who is so starved for my attention, she is thumbing rides to Fremont Street to see her grandfather. The last person I want her around. I mean, not that it's much better with my mother, who sees Lindsay much more often than I do. I am missing out on my daughter's life. I have no life of my own. Would you just stop me and say something here?
Grissom: You want the job because you're worried about Lindsay?
Catherine: That's part of it, but...
Grissom: The position calls for leadership, Catherine. You have to inspire others, solve problems, which means you have to leave your own problems at home.
Catherine: I want the job because I can do it. I'm qualified, I'm motivated and I'm ready, Gil. You know that I am.
Grissom: I do. Which is why I already sent in your A.P. I gave you 100%. I even put in a good word with the Director. The rest is up to you. And... I hope you get it.
Catherine: Thank you.

What's Eating Gilbert Grissom

Catherine: We thought he chose his victims at random. He didn't. He chose her. He hunted her. And he trapped her.

Catherine: What's with the tape?
Greg: The evidence wasn't cooperating so I stuck it to them.
Catherine: Cute.

Formalities

Catherine: What are you doing?
Grissom: *frustrated about the bow tie* I'm going insane. I don't understand this diagram.
Catherine: You don't need a diagram. *Grissom starts fiddling with his tie again.* You need a woman.

Sofia Curtis: No beer or liquor. Just water, yogurt, and OJ.
*Grissom looks up as Sofia continues to mutter to herself.*
Sofia: Mixers, not for drinks ... maybe for drugs. Right, 'ph' in the stomach speeds the buzz. I think there's narco around here somewhere.
Grissom: A-a-are you talking to me?
Sofia: No.
Grissom: Do you always process like this?
Sofia: Like what?
Grissom: With your mouth.
Sofia: Whenever I meet someone new, I always say their name out loud a few times. Keeps a picture in my head.
Grissom: Hm ... I thought that's why we had cameras.
*much later*
Sofia: That time I was talking to you.
Grissom: What? Sorry. I was, uh, treating it like white noise.

Grissom: *talking to himself* I'm thinking sheep. Merino. Fine wool for fine fabrics.
Catherine: Why are you talking to yourself?
Grissom: I'm trying a new technique.
Catherine: Is it working?
Grissom: I have no idea.

Sophia: A night to remember.
Grissom: A night to forget.

Catherine: I'm sure if we cracked open that kid's head, all we'd find would be T&A.
Greg: I think you said that about me, once.
Catherine: Actually, more than once.

*Greg is reviewing video surveilence tapes*
Catherine: Tell me something.
Greg: I think my eyes need band aids.
Catherine: Tough shift.
Greg: You did say "shift", right?

Sofia: Hey.
Grissom: Hello. What floor do you want?
Sofia: Where do you think I'm going?
Grissom: I wouldn't know.
Sofia: You don't reconize me?
Grissom: Apparently not.
Sofia: In the lab I usually wear my hair up.
Grissom: Ooh, yeah...you're pulling in as I'm pulling out.
Sofia: Sofia Curtis.
Grissom: CSI-three, day shift. You work for Ecklie.
Sofia: As of tonight, so do you.

Nick: Hey, I heard Grissom stuck you with his speech.
Catherine: A napkin is not a speech.

Ch-Ch-Changes

Brass: Hey, I uh talked to the manager. All he said was the renter paid cash and the guy; he seemed pretty normal.
Catherine: Normal people don't torture people in storage bins.

Greg: For the record, I really like having a penis.

Mia: You know, I once heard this story about this man who became a woman because he was obsessed with a lesbian... who was really a man. *Sara looks at her* Overshare.

Mea Culpa

Nick: Catherine do you remember why you were late to the crime scene? Eddie had a gig and you couldn't find a baby sitter.
Catherine: Well, actually I kinda made that up. Eddie did have a gig. It ended early and he and I... Well, let's just say not all my memories of him are bad ones. Which reminds me you, at the time, were going out with that assistant manager from the Flamingo.
Warrick: Oh, Susan.
Catherine: Boy, did she have it bad for you. She kept calling while we were working the scene. You had to shut your phone off.
Warrick: Yeah, well, now she's VP at food services. I get free steak and eggs every morning.
Nick: Free steak and eggs means she didn't know about the flight attendent.
Warrick: Does everyone know my business around here?

Ecklie: Well, taken individually, there's nothing specific that warrants disciplinary action. However, my investigation has led me to question the effectiveness of your team and your ability to lead it. I'm breaking you guys up.
Grissom: Excuse me?
Ecklie: I've already spoken with the Director. Staff assignments are under my purview. Effective immediately, Catherine Willows will be promoted to Swing Shift Supervisor...
Grissom: Wait a minute, Catherine applied for days.
Ecklie: I do what's best for the lab. I've decided to move the Swing Shift Supervisor to days ...
Sofia: I've been the Acting Supervisor of days for the past month -- I believe I've proven myself capable.
Ecklie: Warrick Brown and Nick Stokes will report to Catherine. Greg Sanders, pending his proficiency, Sara Sidle and Sofia will report to you.
Sofia: You're demoting me.
Ecklie: I think you and Grissom suit each other.
Grissom: Why are you doing this?
Ecklie: There's been a chronic lack of supervision on the graveyard shift. Your people have been covering for you, Gil. For your shortcomings. Before your mismanagement jeopardizes this lab, I'm rectifying the situation. My decision is final.

Brass: I've heard we have a problem.
Grissom: The Middle East has a problem.

Grissom: Heracleitus once said, "It is in changing that we find purpose."
Warrick: Well, thanks to you, this job, I already know my purpose.

Who Shot Sherlock?

Catherine: Do you have any idea how much ballistics gel costs?
Warrick: We didn't know you did.

Catherine: *Nick bounces the Jeep* Watch it wiggle, see it jiggle, I get it.

Greg: So, are you going to say 'the game's afoot'?
Grissom: I didn't know you were a Conan Doyle fan, Greg.
Greg: I'm not. I saw a Sherlock Holmes movie once ... by mistake.

Snakes

Catherine: Gang-banger girlfriend with a degree?
Nick: Sounds like a rock band.

Nesting Dolls

Nick: Hey, wait a minute. You're not telling me you're in to this mail-order bride stuff?
Warrick: Me? No. But, you know, for a guy who's over forty...lonely...tired of the bar scene. Got a little cash...wants to buy himself a sweet honey to be his companion.
Nick: He needs a translator, 'cause you're not even speakin' the same language.
Warrick: That's the best part.
Catherine: Ugh! *turns and walks out of the room*
Nick: *clueless* Bes... best part of what?

Sara: It's funny. The things you remember and the things that you don't, you know. There was a smell of iron in the air. Cast-off on the bed and wall. There was this young cop puking his guts. I remember the woman who took me into foster care. I can't remember her name—which is strange, you know, because I couldn't let go of her hand.
Grissom: Well, the mind has its filters.
Sara: I do remember the looks. I became 'the girl whose father was stabbed to death.' Do you think there's a murder gene?
Grissom: I don't believe that genes are predictors of violent behavior.
Sara: You wouldn't know that at my house. The fights, the yelling, trips to the hospital; I thought it was the way everybody lived. When my mother killed my father, I found out that it wasn't.

Catherine: A recycled love token, now that's tacky.
Warrick: Yeah, that is pretty tacky.
Catherine: But it's cause for a warrant.

Grissom: You wanted to talk to me about Sara?
Ecklie: I haven't received her disciplinary action. What's the holdup?
Grissom: Well, I'm not firing her.
Catherine: What action are you taking?
Grissom: I've taken it.
Ecklie: I thought I was clear.
Grissom: You were. Now let me be clear. Sara's behavior is a direct result of my management.
Ecklie: So I should fire you.
Grissom: But you won't.
Ecklie: Look, Gil... I've been there. We're human. We get attached to people, we try to fix their problems. It doesn't work.
Grissom: She's a great criminalist, Conrad. And I need her.
Ecklie: I'm sure you do. You know what? She's a loose cannon with a gun and she's all yours.

Catherine: You know... every time we get a case with a hint of domestic violence or abuse, you go off the deep end. What is your problem?
Sara: Yeah, I probably do, and you let your sexuality cloud your judgment about men, and I'm gonna go over your head.
Ecklie: Sidle. Get in my office. Now.

Catherine: Gentlemen! Start your shovels!

Grissom: Have you ever gone a week without a rationalization?

Unbearable

Catherine: I had to see with my own eyes. You're actually autopsying a bear.
Dr. 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: 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 alot more comfortable than a bike.

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?

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

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. What?
Grissom: Well, someone once said, "What we are never changes, but who we are... never stops changing." Let's have dinner, shall we?

King Baby

Catherine: Wow. Just when you thought you'd seen it all.
Warrick: People lived in fear of this guy?
Grissom: Imagine the fear he lived with.

Grissom: Well, howdy. I was wondering, do you carry adult diapers?
Madge: Oh, we sure do. What are you, about a 34, 36?
Grissom: Well, they're not for me.
Madge: Oh. Well, aren't you lucky to have such a nice daddy?
Nick: I'm going to have a look around.
Madge: Mommy-shopping?
Grissom: Sort of. I was wondering, in your line of work, do you ever wear a uniform or a dress?
Madge: No, but I could. Are you a drinker or a stinker?
Grissom: Excuse me?
Madge: Well, a drinker likes to... *she motions to her breasts*... and stinker ... *she motions below*
Grissom: I get it.

Catherine: We have a problem.
Grissom: Oh, no, not again.
Catherine: The memory card from my digital camera was stolen and switched with a blank. The only time the camera was out of my possession was at the crime scene.
Grissom: Well, how can that be? It was a secure scene.
Catherine: I don't know. I dusted the camera and the card. There weren't any prints. All of the crime scene photos of the body and the blood evidence were on that card.
Grissom: We do have a problem.
Ecklie: Yes, we do.

Nick: Hey, maybe we're looking for the hand that rocks the cradle.
Catherine: I think that Bruce just wanted the same thing as every other guy.
Grissom: Nurturing?
Catherine: Easy access.

Nick: I just don't get it, man.
Grissom: What, you never had a transitional object when you were a kid? A stuffed animal or a blanket?
Nick: No. I mean, I had a wooby, but who didn't?
Warrick: Oh, is that that blue thing that's in your locker?
Nick: Don't even.

Grissom: I've enjoyed working with you.
Catherine: Which part? The part where I got in your face or the part where I, uh, lost evidence, or maybe you just miss me.
Grissom: I did miss you. I've missed your passion and your tenacidy. I've even missed your tush.
Catherine: Really. Thank you.

Big Middle

Greg: That means she slept with a dead guy. She's not only a killer she's a necrophiliac. That's what I call enjoying your work.
*Sara notices something and they rewind the tape*
Sara: She's trashed. Maybe she passed out.
Greg: How drunk do you have to be to sleep next to a decomposing body? The smell alone is an alarm clock.
Sara: Not next to him, on top of him.

Regina: That's some tickler you got there.
Grissom: Excuse me?
Regina: *about Grissom's beard* You got everything you need to please a woman.

Grissom: This table is cracked and we have what appears to be ejaculate.
Greg: Me too. This guy was a machine.
Grissom: And he got around. Have Sara process the sheets and then pull the hotel surveillence.
Greg: Gotcha. We need to see who came... and went. *Grissom gives him a look*

*Catherine arrives at her crime scene to find Grissom there*
Catherine: Grissom. So you're arriving at my crime scences before me now?
Grissom: Weren't you on a 4-19 in north town?
Catherine: Guess you missed me.

Greg: How much does this thing weigh?
Grissom: 240 pounds. We'll increase the weight incrementally until you can't move.
Greg: Well, I can't lift that. And if I can't you can't. This is a safety issue.
Sara: Well, that's what the pulley is for Greg. So relax and lay down on your back.
Greg: You know, this is exactly like a dream I had, except it wasn't in a garage, and Grissom wasn't watching. That was another dream.
*a weighted dummy is placed on top of Greg, who is lying on the matress*
Sara: How's it feel dreamer?
Greg: Like 240 pounds of pure woman.
Grissom: How's your breathing?
Greg: Limited.
Grissom: Ok, add another 40 pounds. *they experience again with the dummy* Well, the position is consistate with the victim. Face up, right arm is pinned.
Sara: If we could leave the dummy on long enough we could actually match the blanching.
Greg: Yeah, guys, help.
Grissom: Oh.

Greg: I finally regained feeling in my spine. Thanks for asking.
*Greg is flipping through a magazine of big women in their underwear*
Grissom: A little technical reading, Greg?
Greg: Ah, I guess I just wanted to see what the big deal was.
Grissom: Attraction is subjective. It can't be analyzed.
Greg: I consider myself to be pretty open minded. Find other peoples predilections very intriguing. What do you like? What gets your juices flowing?
Grissom: Someone who doesn't judge me.

Spark of Life

Sofia: What's the problem?
Greg: Nothing. I'm fine.
Sofia: You're not.
Greg: I feel like a wuss. Grissom told me I should take a break, and I did.
Sofia: Your burn victim.
Greg: How do you get an image like that out of your mind?
Sofia: You go home. You, uh... hug your cat, your dog, your pillow. You have a beer, you watch a movie, and then you come back tomorrow.
Greg: Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Sofia: Rumor has it you used to be a pretty funny guy. Don't lose that.

4x4

Warrick: She's 29 and already over the hill.
Jaquie: Please tell me that you're kidding.
Warrick: This town has different standards.

Hodges: How old were you when you first got drunk?
Nick: Oh, 16... 17...
Hodges: Amortized over a generation, 12's about right?
Nick: So your saying, two generations from now, four-year-olds are just gonna be getting trashed?
Hodges: Pre-school graduation parties are going to be off the hook.

Greg: This is just like that Edgar Allen Poe story where the victim's heart under the floorboards betrays the murder.
Grissom: "The Tell-Tale Heart." I thought you didn't like reading the classics.
Greg: I do when they're about dismembered bodies.

Greg: Sara, I just want you to know that when we were in the shower together, I didn't see anything.
Sara: Really? Gosh, I saw everything.

Committed

Dr. Robbins: Highlights include band-aids, wood chips, hair and half a snapshot.
Grissom: Pica?
Dr. Robbins: Boo?
Grissom: Pica is a compulsion to eat non-nutritive food items. It's from the Latin word for magpie, a bird with a large and indiscriminate appetite.

Doc Robbins: It reminded me of that scene of Jaws when Dreyfuss cuts open the sharks stomach and all kinds of stuff came out.
Grissom: You found a license plate?

Weeping Willows

Novak: At the bar at that time of the night we're all looking for the same thing, aren't we? I came to her. She was into me, I know when a woman is going to give way and believe me she was there.
Vartann: And then what?
Novak: I walked her out. I put my arm around her waist. She moved in. One mintue shes got her tongue down my throat. The next, she puts on the brakes. She's a bitch and a tease. She told me to get lost. I'm a gentleman...
Catherine: We should ask for his clothes. Black leather jacket, black t-shirt, jeans.
Grissom: What else should we ask him, Catherine?
Catherine: This is what I was trying to tell you.
Grissom: Yeah but you didn't so now I'm way behind. Is he telling the truth?
Catherine: He's not lying about anything that pertains to me.
Grissom: He hit you.
Catherine: No, it was an accident. But... by the time it happened, he wasn't who I thought he was, and...that scared me.

Grissom: Did you hear the one about the cop and the monkey who walk into a bar?
Catherine: I'm not in the mood.
Grissom: Neither was the monkey.

Novak: I see that beauty runs in the family.
Catherine's Mom: No.
Catherine: Mom, Lindsey, go inside the house.
Catherine's Mom: Believe it or not, Catherine does know how to say, "Hello, how are you? Would you like a cup of coffee?"
Novak: I was talking to your mother about the case we're working.
Catherine: Mom, we're fine. Take Lindsey inside.
Catherine's Mom: Let's go.
Lindsey: I don't, I don't want to.
Catherine: Lindsey.
Lindsey: Are you going to go out again?
Catherine: No. I'm coming in. I want to hear about your day.
Novak: It was a pleasure meeting you.
Catherine: What the hell are you doing here?
Novak: I want to know why you're setting me up, manipulating evidence to make me look guilty. All because I came on too strong?
Catherine: I want you out of here.
Novak: I didn't get my signals crossed. You changed the play, and you're screaming foul. That's some power trip, babe. Who's the guilty one here?
Catherine: You want to talk to me, call your lawyer. Set up an appointment down at PD.
Novak: You think I killed her?
Catherine: Back off.
Novak: You going to shoot me?
Catherine: If you take one more step.
*there's police sirens in the background*
Novak: You bitch.
Catherine: You came to my house.

Grave Danger

Catherine: Son of a bitch. He's screwing with us.

Warrick: Yeah, maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe if we count up all the damn "maybes," maybe Nick will be alive! You know what I'm saying?!

Catherine: Hey, Warrick, hey. Hey, how you holding up?
Warrick: I'm not.
Catherine: I know.
Warrick: I just can't help thinking that could have been me in that box, you know? We flipped a coin for that trash run.
Catherine: Hey, Nick is not inside a box because of the flip of a coin.
Warrick: If that was me, I would have... *presses two fingers against the side of his forehead as if it were a gun*
Catherine: Hey, you know what? I know you. I don't believe that. Okay?
Warrick: No. You're wrong. I wouldn't have lasted this far. Catherine, if something happens to Nick, if we don't bring him back in one piece...

Grissom: My God, he's being eaten alive.

Grissom: I want my guys back.