Sara (about the exploding toilet): Well, there's got to be some logical explanation.
Greg: Well, if dorm food is as bad as I can remember, we should consider explosive diarrhea.

Sara (at a garbage dump): You know the average Nevadan generates three times more waste than the average American?
Nick: Yeah, well that's tourist trash.
Sara: Thirteen million pounds per day. I went to the recycling forum in March.
Catherine: The landfill manager says this is the active cell. Spotter says cell lift moves forward 20 feet a day. That puts the active cell right ... pretty much in front of us.
Nick: Man! You find the best evidence in the nastiest places.
Catherine: You are what you throw away.
Sara: It's like peeling an onion in peoples' lives.
Catherine: Well, this onion is our time line so peel back accordingly.

Sara (talking to a suspect about a broken mirror at the crime scene): You know that's seven years bad luck.
Brass: More like seven to ten.

Sara: (looking at Brenda's coloring) That's very pretty. (Brenda scratches out the picture) Or not. (Brenda puts the crayon down) Want to go for another ride? (without saying anything, Brenda pushes the paper and all the crayons off the table and onto the floor. She puts her hands flat against her ears) I'll take that as a "yes."

Sara: (Sara's mad after getting called into work on her day off) What am I? Working food and beverage at one of the hotels? I haven't had a day off in three weeks. I mean if they're gonna call me in at least throw me a bone. Gimme the 419 on the elevator.
Nick: Someone's bitter.
Sara: I'm tired!
Nick: You? Tired? I thought you never sleep. (Sara fakes a yawn, Nick chuckles) Nice, nice. (they walk into DNA and Greg's blasting music)
Nick: What up, G?
Sara: You're awake. I hate you.
Greg: Couple glasses of Merlot, a rack of lamb on my day off. I slept like a baby yesterday. You look horrible.
Sara: Thanks, Greg. (Greg looks at Nick)
Nick: Don't look at me. I got 'sunshine' all night. (Nick glances over at Sara who glares back at him, definitely catching exactly who he's calling "sunshine") Check for DNA in the sexual assault kit and the fingernail, please.
Sara: Everything has to be in CODIS ASAP.
Greg: Oh, is that all? I want to know who's going to authorize my overtime?
Sara: Suck it up, Greg. You're well-rested. (walks away)
Greg: (to Nick) You want a valium for her?
Sara: I heard that!

Sara: [Referring to a victim's vagina] It DOES tell a monologue.

Sara: [storms in, angrily] You weren't in your office.
Grissom: And good morning to you Miss Sidle.
Sara: Warrick has a problem, ignoring it isn't going to make it go away. You asked for a report and then you completely ignored my recommendation!
Grissom: I read your report.
Sara: Then at least take him off my case.
Grissom: No. I trust him. Do you trust me?

Sara: [To Grissom] What type of system rewards the killer, when the victim is too tough to die?

Sara: [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?...

Sara: [to Warrick]: Fine suit.
[Warrick and Nick turn around to find Sara in the locker room]
Sara: [to Nick] And well, just fine.
Nick: That's harassment.
Sara: Hey, we have one locker room and it's my job to be observant.

Sara: Any good news, Mandy?
Mandy: A little bit. Male DB at the bunker matched your partial from the kitchen door. So far he's the only one with a record. Matthew Dickens, 19, bust for petty theft.
Sara: College student
Mandy: Yeah, very impressionable. When I start my religion, that's where I'm gonna recruit.
[Sara gives her a weird look]

Sara: Any idea how long she's been dead?
Doc Robbins: The elements really got to her. Grissom and his insects are going to have to figure that one out. (Doc Robbins turns around and sees Grissom picking up a bug from the body) Have we lost you, Grissom?
Grissom: " The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout."
Sara: Shakespeare again?
Grissom: An old nursery rhyme.
Doc Robbins: A very special insect, Dr. Seuss?

Sara: Anyone touch the bag since?
Hank: With that smell?
Sara: I thought you Emergency Service guys were tougher than that.
Hank: Hey, I'm plenty tough.
Sara: Down, boy. It was a joke.
Nick: (to Sara) Nothing like flirting over a D.B. (laughs)

Sara: Are you��Hitting on me, David? (seeing him smile awkwardly she puts her head in her hand) Let me offer you some friendly advice! If you want to pull girls then you gotta get aggressive! Lose the coat, (David looks disheartened at this) the glasses (David looks very disheartened at this) and grow some scruff! (David looks at the floor upset that Sara doesn't fancy him) You do get a C for cute though! (David looks up in surprise then she smiles sweetly at him)

Sara: Blood swirl on the wall. Are you thinking cult? Manson?
Grissom': Somebody left a message. I need to see the rest of it.
(Grissom shuts off the lights to check evidence, and not knowing Warrick was in the room, there's a thud and Warrick swears)