[about why the killer brought the Polaroid with him] Bring me the head of John the Baptist. Salome- wanted proof that he was dead. They didn't have Polaroids back then.
So you're saying our first victim was a hired killer. Hired by whom?
[To herself in the mirror] So I had some time to think while I was away, enough time to figure out why I made such a stupid mistake, I...I do not have a drinking problem, I have a, uh...me problem. My PEAP counselor suggested it would be a good idea for me to talk to my supervisor and that's you, Grissom, so... I never told you about my family, I never told anyone about my family, why would I?...
Hey, Gil, there's something stuck to your shoe... Oh, it's just Sanders.
[Greg gives him a dry look]
CDetective Cavalier
Electrocution. That's a quick way to go.
You committed a fatal error, Greg. You compromised evidence at a crime scene. A judgment like that can cost us a conviction. In order to solo in the field, you have to successfully complete three proficiencies.
Yeah. (Greg stands up, sighs and heads for the door) But...(Greg stops and turns around) Since you found a suitable replacement in the lab, I'm going to give you one more chance.
So, Greg, how do you explain adhesive and toilet bowl cleanser on the gun?
I don't know. I can tell you the toilets in the club had blue water.
Grissom': You inspected the toilet bowls for evidence?
Greg': Well, when you got to go, you got to go.
Hodges': Whew.
Everybody knows you hold it.
You go across the street or next-door, somewhere other than the scene, until you've cleared the restroom. Did you clear the restroom?
Well, you could've flushed away evidence, wiped away fingerprints from the handle. Make sure you include this in your field notes.
(to Greg while looking at a gun) What's this blue stuff on the slide and the grip? (Greg doesn't answer) It's okay to say you don't know, Greg. That's why we have a trace lab.
I saw your presentation on longitudinal striations of the toenail in Dallas, A.A.F.S.? Really good work.
Thank you. Thank you so much. And you are?
Oh, I'm Chandra. Chandra Moore. I'm the new DNA person.
Well, that's the plan anyway.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, the new DNA girl. Right?
B.S. in bio-chem. M.S. in molecular biology. Five years of service in DNA at the CCL.
O-kay, well, I'm going to go use the no-pressure, no-AC, stinks-of-feet shower. So... welcome.
Grissom, I'd like to introduce you to Chandra Moore.
Pleased to meet you sir, I'm a fan.
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?
(walking towards Grissom angry) Grissom? You can't possibly call that thing my office it's a cupboard.
Catherine, I'd like you to meet Chandra Moore. She'll be doing DNA when Greg's in the field.
Hello, I'm Catherine. (she turns right back to Grissom without giving Chandra a chance to introduce herself) We need to talk.
Well, not now... too much work.
Alien Wedding Guy: Are you two married?
Sara: (quicky) 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) [
(At a crime scene which is a night club)
Greg: I've never seen this place with the lights on before. Kinda like seeing a one night stand for the first time in the morning. (Grissom gives him a look) Beer goggles.
Catherine: Greg mentioned to you that my stuff gets done first, right?
Chandra: Yeah, well, in my lab, I decide what gets run and when. Unless Mr. Grissom tells me otherwise.
Brass: So witnesses heard multiple gunshots, they think. Because it was during the blitz. You know the lights were out; sirens were going off, search lights, the whole World War II experience.
Grissom: When exactly did war became a party?
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.
(Examining corpse found in the desert near Area 51 and David really thinks it could be an alien)
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.