Aaron Pratt is a high-functioning autistic man with superior right brain abilities.
Kind of sounds like you.
S2 E7Caged
Can I help it if I'm hip?
I love this table.
[Sara is holding a dog she found at the crime scene]
That's not yours, is it?
I'm collecting evidence.
S2 E8Slaves of Las Vegas
We want to know if you saw anything unusual last night?
GHGuy Handing Out Fliers
Unusual? I don't know what city you live in, but in Las Vegas "unusual" is what happens when you leave the house.
It's just about knowing yourself, being strong and not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.
I can read anyone who walks through this door and know their desires. Sometimes even before they do.
I'm that obvious, huh?
Only because you try not to be.
I just realized that you and I have a very healthy relationship.
We do?
When we have a problem, I don't paint Greg in latex and stick a straw up his nose.
Good. He'd probably like it.
You're supposed to say something revealing back to me.
Okay. I never told anyone this, Catherine......
[screen fades to black]
To get to the evidence, we may destroy the evidence.
Do you get these haiku's out of a book, or do they just come to you?
Every time you find a body, you have to choose a path. And when you take that path, grasshopper, you risk destroying the evidence.
We grab a trough and some fine-mesh screens and pretend like we're panning for gold, Master.
Go ahead, ask. "How can I do this for a living?"
Oh, that's not what I was thinking. [pause] How much does this place clear a week?
Ten grand.
I'm not with the IRS.
Okay. Twenty.
I don't make that in…three months.
Sex pays a lot better than death.
Plus the outfits are cooler.
Well, I have this genius tailor. Worked at the Desert Inn back in the day. I let him come in weekends and play human ashtray, he designs for me and my girls. It's a fair trade.
You got a good thing going here. And the best part is that these guys think getting slapped around and humiliated is their fantasy.
Like I told my daughter—
You got a daughter?
Eighteen this month. Freshman at Harvard.
Really? Mine's seven.
Oh, that's a great age.
Yeah.
When I thought Zoe was old enough to hear it, I told her, "Honey, there are a lot of things you can give a man. Your body, your time, even your heart. But the one thing you can never, ever, ever let go of is your power."
All my mother ever said to me was "Cash up front."
Don't take this the wrong way, but I think you've got everything it takes to make a great dominatrix.
I take that as a compliment.
Well you should. It's just about knowing yourself, being strong…and not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.
Well, death is still a man's business. And I don't have to tell you about police work.
So how do you survive?
By knowing myself. And working hard. And not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.
S2 E9And Then There Were None
Dressed as a woman among men dressed as women. Now, see? That's a disguise.
A Harvard professor conducted an experiment. Asked a bunch of students to watch a basketball game - count the number of times the ball was passed.
Yeah? Groundbreaking.
During the game a person dressed in a gorilla suit ran across the court. Afterward, the professor asked the students if they noticed the gorilla. Fifty percent responded, "what gorilla?"
That's wonderful, Gil. If I see a gorilla, I'll arrest it.
Fluorescent powders?
Ye, why not, they're in the kit.
Protocol's black.
Since when do you care about my choice of powders?
Assistant coroner is four hours late and we are stuck out here until he transports the body and I haven't even heard from Grissom.
You know I've never tried green.
I should never have been sent to this remote scene in the first place I've got seniority, I deserve no, I've earned the right to pick my cases.
[Sara hands her a candy bar]
If I start eating I will shut up.
Do you have a mirror?
Since when do you care about your appearance?... I mean at a crime scene.
It's not for me.
S2 E10Ellie
Whoa. Careful. Livestock. [Holds up his jar of roaches] Hissing roaches from Madagascar.
Sorry.
These babies run two and a half miles an hour.
I don't doubt that for a minute.
Fifth annual entomological convention in Duluth. Cockroach racing finals.
[Grissom pushes the door to his office open and walks in. Catherine follows]
You're roach racing.
Actually, I'm giving a tutorial on preserving mass crime scenes. The sideshow is racing this guys.
Ah.
I mean, to have a chance to run against legendary roaches like Cocky Balboa, The Drain Lover, Priscilla, Queen of the Gutters. It's huge.
What do you feed those guys?
Dog food.
And who's...supervising night shift?
You are.
Me? I am on the red-eye to Reno. The Braun Family is opening a new casino. I am Sam's date.
That's tonight?
I told you once, memo'd you twice. [she sighs. Grissom is distracted by the roaches in the container]
Man, these guys are primed.
[leaving]: Better get somebody.
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