Grissom: I just got a page from James Watson.
Nick: And I got one from Francis Crick. What's going on, Greg?
Greg: Well, as you both know, Watson and Crick are the granddaddies of DNA. Without their discoveries, I'd have nothing to do all day.
Nick: What have you been doing all day?

Warrick: Who do you like?
Catherine: Charlotte. My mom grew up in North Carolina.
Warrick: Okay, I'll give you Charlotte +2.
Catherine: What do I get if I win?
Warrick: How about a fabulous dinner.
Catherine: I'll take your action.

Nick: Is there anything you won't bet on, man?
Warrick: Nah.

[after telling Grissom something that Grissom already knows]
Greg: I guess I should stop trying to impress you.
Grissom: That would impress me.

Grissom: Greg!
Greg: Yeah.
Grissom: Take off your shoes and socks.
Greg: See, now we're getting into this whole strip forensics thing and I'm not too sure I can hang with that, even if you are my boss.
Grissom: Your mother's maiden name was Hojem? Hojem is Norwegian, right?
Greg: That's right and you know my grandfather was tossed from Norway for getting my grandmother pregnant before they got married. To this day he still tells me "Som man reder sa ligger man".
[long pause]
Greg: One must lie in the bed one has made.

Sara: Dead body! Bonus.

Greg: Hey Catherine, you think Sara would go to dinner with me?
Catherine: Sure, as long as you don't tell her it's a date.

Catherine: Hey, you.
Warrick: Hey.
Catherine: How uh... are you holding up?
Warrick: I'm fine.
Catherine: You're sure?
Warrick: Yeah.
Catherine: ...you're in the women's bathroom.

(Sara pops a cough drop into her mouth. NICK holds out his hand.)
Nick: Hey, uh, let me have one of those, Sara
. Sara: Sorry, last one.
Brass: (eye-ing her) You have a cold, Sara?
Sara: I've been feeling a little run down lately...

Later...
(Sara walks past the body on the driveway toward the side wall. She pops another cough drop into her mouth as she climbs over the wall. She starts looking around.)
Nick: You still sucking on that same cough drop?
Sara: Yeah. I'm a ... a slow sucker.

Grissom: Oh and Greg, dont forget to document those skid marks. ( walks away).
Greg: *snort/laugh* He said skid mark. *continues to write*

Warrick to Nick:Yeah, go ahead honey, save my life.
Nick: Excuse me buttercup
-- Warrick Brown to Nick Stokes, pretending they are married

Greg:Hey, yo, Cat ...
Catherine:I'm going to forget that you called me that.

Nick:Leggo my Greggo! He's a CSI wannabe.

Nick:There's a sucker born every minute.
Grissom:Yep, and they all come to Vegas.

Greg:I'm like a sponge: I just absorb information.
Grissom:I thought that was my line.
Greg:I know - I absorbed it.

Nick to Grissom: How come whenever you talk about bugs, people say you're a genius, but when I talk about birds people say that I watch too much TV?

Greg:See, now we're getting into this whole strip forensics thing, and I'm not sure I can hang with that. Even if you are my boss.

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