Grissom: Man versus Gravity. Man lost.

Grissom: May we come in?
Lady Heather: Say the magic word...
Brass: Warrant.

Grissom: Maybe rape is just foreplay for this guy. Maybe what he really gets off on is killing.

Grissom: Morning. Gil Grissom, forensics. I'm taking over the case for Warrick Brown. Mind if I come in?
Husband: [sighs] How can I help you?
Grissom: I need to give you a pedicure.
Husband: Come again?

Grissom: Nick. You failed your firearm qualifications. You can't be here.
Nick: Oh yeah, well, I'm takin' it again, day after tomorrow. So I figured I could work.
Grissom: Not in the field.
Nick: You're serious?
Grissom: You're in violation just carrying a weapon.

Grissom: No, Sara's gonna work with me. You've got a missing person, Sheryl Applegate. Her husband notified the police that she took the car and headed to LA, but she never showed up. A few hours ago, the PD found her car at the bus station. They requested a CSI.
Nick: She took the bus instead, case solved. [grins]
Grissom: Well, right now, treat her car like a crime scene. [tilts his head to the side] Go.

Grissom: Nothing harder to investigate than arson. If the fire hasn't ruined your crime scene...
Sara: ... The firemen have.
Grissom: Yeah.
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Grissom: Okay, Doc, tell me something I don't know.
Dr. Robbins: Okay. In fourth grade, I dropped out of karate class because a kid half my size made me cry.
Grissom: About the body.

Grissom: Okay, let's run this. Amanda was tired of being number two, so she calls up Mrs. Logan to discuss her affair with her husband. But Mrs. Logan doesn't just discuss it she throws down the gauntlet.
Catherine: Amanda broke the only rule. Don't call the missus.
Nick: Now he really has a problem.
Warrick: Two problems. His wife is going to leave him, take half his money and he was going to jail.
Sara: You got to admit, his solution was ingenious.
Grissom: Most killers take their time planning a murder. He took his time covering it up. Forty-eight hours to be precise. So Logan cleans up the crime scene and calls his lawyer. Asks him to help him with his little charade. I mean, what better way to protect your assets than to pay a kidnapper who's already on retainer?
Catherine: Everything from that point on was calculated.
Grissom: Blood on his hands...he's the last customer of the day at the bank. Acting suspiciously...
Catherine: ...driving recklessly.
Warrick: He knew he'd get hauled in to the cops.
Catherine: You bet your ass. He didn't leave those sunglasses behind by accident. His cell phone rang on cue. The call's for me. He practically forced that money into his lawyer's hands.
Grissom: Out of one pocket, into the other. I especially liked the little show he did for us in the coroner's lab. Trying to find out how much we knew.
Nick: Why make the map? Why lead Catherine to the body?
Grissom: Because without the body Logan would always be under suspicion.
Sara: If not by the police, by his wife.
Warrick: So, he left these wine glasses for you to find.
Catherine: Sure, we wanted us to suspect the wife. That's why he used her SUV to transport the body. And he let me mark the money because he knew that eventually his lawyer would touch it.
Sara: Why though? The money was in a suitcase.
Warrick: A million dollars. Pretty tempting.
Grissom: I saw the locker and I saw Logan's briefcase. It was too big to fit inside. His lawyer had to remove the cash by hand.
Sara: How could he possibly know that Catherine was going to mark the money?
Warrick: He didn't. He probably thought the bank marked it.
Nick: Besides, there's always fingerprints.
Catherine: So I did everything in my power to help him.

Grissom: People don't vanish, Jim. It's a molecular impossibility.

Grissom: People leave us clues, Nick. They speak to us in thousands of different ways. It's our job to make sure we've tried to hear every single thing they've said.

Grissom: Please tell me you have something.
Female coroner: I know what set this guy off.
Grissom: That's more than what I got.
Female coroner: The guy had a ruptured spleen and I pegged that as probable cause of death. So, I crack his skull open and what do I find? A cantalope in a soup can.
Grissom: [Raises an eyebrow] Tight fit.
Female coroner: And not from one or two blows to the head. He was also running a high fever, so I checked his spinal fluid. A normal human protein level is between 15 to 35 milligrams. Candelwell's was 60. Did anyone mention this guy had a headache?
Grissom: The flight attendant gave him two asprin. Why?
Female coroner: He was suffering from undiagnosed encephalitis.
Grissom: Swelling of the brain.
Female coroner: It can register like a heart attack. Slurred speech, loss of vision. You throw in the altitude and the air pressure changes in the cabin, and our poor guy was probably out of his mind.
Grissom: Is that what killed him, encephalitis?
Female coroner: It wasn't the one thing. Ruptured spleen, intercranial bleeding, and the guy's heart just...stopped beating.
Grissom: A, B, C, D or all of the above. Standoff with the police -- guy gets shot in the chest, runs back into his burning house inhaling smoke as he goes. The roof collapses, the air conditioning unit falls on his head, he dies. What killed him?

Grissom: Repeat after me, Silk silk silk.
Nick: Silk silk silk.
Grissom: Now what do cows drink?
Nick: Milk.
Grissom: They drink water. They produce milk.

Grissom: Sara Sidle. 419. [Grissom hands the assignment sheet to Sara]
Sara: Dead body -- bonus.
Catherine: Whoa, somebody likes their job.
Grissom: Nick Stokes. 416, fight at the Bellagio. She says she's a friend of yours.
Catherine: Ex-girlfriend, Nick?
Nick: Well, that depends. Was she the assaulter of the assaultee?
Sara: You tell us, you like leather or lace?
Nick: [chuckles] No, I'm not even going there. [turns to leave, but turns back] Lace! [Sara smiles]

Grissom: Sara?
Sara: Hmm?
Grissom: Do you have any duct tape in your kit?
Sara: Yeah, that's what I use to keep it together.