(to Ecklie) The only reason this is your
lab is because Grissom doesn’t kiss ass. You couldn’t hack it in the field. So you fail your way up, you break
up our team, and now you just hang out in the hallways waiting for one of us to screw up! Watch it
[reading from the listing of a mail-order bride] “I’m looking for kindest, noble man.” Well, I
got news for you, Sugar Pants: buying women ain’t that noble.
Nick: (to Warrick) Hey, wait a minute. You’re not telling me you’re in to this
[mail-order bride] stuff.
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.
He needs a translator, ‘cause you’re not even speakin’ the same language.
That’s the best part.
(in disgust) Ugh! [turns and walks out of the room]
Nick: (clueless) Bes—best part of what?
[Sara opens her door
to see Grissom outside]
Well if you’re here it can’t be good.
I have a problem with authority. I choose men who are emotionally unavailable. I’m self destructive. All of the above…
Have you ever gone a week without a rationalization? Watch it
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.
Well, the mind has its filters.
do remember the looks. I became “the girl whose father was stabbed to death.” [long pause] Do you think
there’s a murder gene?
I don’t believe that genes are predictors of violent behavior.
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. Watch it
516 Big Middle
Nick: I don't get it. Grissom calls me up, I come here and
I find you.
Catherine: Are you saying you don't like me as your supervisor?
Sara: It's not like you to get right down to business.
Even I have off days, Sara.
[Woman grabs Grissom's butt. Grissom turns, in shock]
Fat girl, gay guy...it's not unheard of.
[Grissom turns and walks away]
Regina Owens: Men love purple.
Regina: It's "Purple Rain." [Grissom doesn't get it] Prince. Sexy. Custom color. You want
it for the wife?
Grissom: I'm not married.
Regina: You want one?
Grissom: (winks) Yes, I do. Listen to it
[Sara and Grissom are preparing a weighted dummy on a pulley]
How much does this weigh?
Grissom: 240 pounds at the moment. We'll increase the weight incrementally until
you can't move.
Greg: Well, I can't lift that. (to Sara) And if I can't, you can't. (to Grissom)
This is a safety issue.
Sara: Well, that's what the pulley is for, Greg. So relax and lie on your back.
[lying down] You know, this is exactly like a dream I had once. Except, it wasn't in a garage and Grissom wasn't
watching--that was a different dream. Watch it
518 Spark of Life
Grissom: This area was always a good place for stargazing.
Sara: It's a good makeout spot, too, so I've heard.
521 Hollywood Brass
Brass: You stay in touch with the old crew?
Kramer: You know, dirty cops don't like to hang with clean ones.
Brass: So that's
why they called me squeaky?
Brass: Rick. Rick, what are you doing here?
here for the HIDTA [High Intensity Drug Trafficking
Areas] conference. Buddy of mine from L.A.P.D. told me there was a new captain in town, stirring
things up. What are you doing here?
Brass: Ah, it's a long, sad story, man.
Have anything to do with a feisty little blonde named Ellie?
Brass: She's not a blonde anymore.
Gun club man: You want to rent or shoot your own?
Um...I'll shoot what Vic shoots.
Gun club man: (to Warrick) You shooting, too?
I'm just going to hang back. Let him blow off some steam.
Grissom: Crazy or not, here we come.
Doc Robbins: Boo?
Sara: (to Hodges) His chart indicated at least four
other anti-psychotics. Why wasn't he getting his meds?
Hodges: Do I look clairvoyant?