Sara: What?
Grissom: Use lemons. (Grissom mimics squeezing lemons on his own head to demonstrate what he means)

Sara: When my father died, my mother came to a place like this for a while for evaluation. It looked the same, it smelled the same. It smelled like lies.
Grissom: You sure you're okay?
Sara: Crazy people do make me feel crazy.
Grissom: If you want, I can have somebody take your place.
Sara: I appreciate that. I do, I really do, but ... I kind of made a decision to move beyond that and... I really want to finish this case.
Joanne McKay: We have rules for a reason. You people come in here disrupting things. You're unsafe. This is your fault.
Grissom: Really?

Sara: Why would there be glass in the middle of the hot spot?
Grissom: Good question.
Warrick: Who cares? The guy torched his wife and kid.
Grissom: Really? Where's the trailing? An arsonist would spread the gasoline around to maximize the burn area.
Sara: He still did the job.
Grissom: Listen, you guys. You're like Dodger fans. The ball game's only in the seventh inning and you're already out of your seats.

Sara: You got a minute?
Grissom: I was just leaving.
Sara: Yeah, the schedule says you're off tonight.
Grissom: I am.
Sara: Me too.
Grissom: You should be on paid leave.
Sara: I'm fine.
Grissom: You were fortunate and I'm not talking about the explosion.
Sara: You, uh, you talked to Brass.
Grissom: And Nick.
Sara: We got the guy.
Grissom: Is that all you have to say?
Sara: Would you like to have dinner with me?
Grissom: No.
Sara: Why not? Let's... let's have dinner... let's see what happens.
Grissom: Sara... I don't know what to do about this.
Sara: I do... you know by the time you figure it out, it really could be too late.

Sara: You know you pulled me away from a forensic anthropology seminar, right? It's required. It's part of the continuing education program.
Grissom: Well, I'm sorry, but everyone seems to have something to do today. I have a teenager who was run over by a taxi. He wasn't hit by it; that's not what killed him. He was stabbed, fatally. For now, I have no ID, no suspects and no primary crime scene. I need you.

Sara: You okay?
Grissom: Ninety-five.
Sara: Excuse me?
Normally my pulse is seventy, when it gets up to ninety-five, I realize just how mad I am. I- I have ten people working around the clock on this thing.
Sara': You're too hard on yourself.
Grissom: No, no. I'm not mad at me. There's a body in there and that guy knows where it is!
Sara: So what's your pulse at now? You wanna... take a walk around the block? Get some air.
Grissom: No.
Sara: Clear your head.
Grissom: I'm fine.
Sara: Okay. (touches his cheek, he looks surprised) Chalk... from plaster.
Grissom:(rubs his face): Oh.
Sara: Better go wash up.

Sara: You told me a few weeks ago that nothing is personal. No victim should be special. Everyone follows your lead.
Grissom: Everyone didn't find that baby. I did. And that little boy is dead because someone lost their temper or screwed up, or god knows what. So, excuse me, but this victim is special.

Sara: You turned my pickle into a light bulb.
Grissom: I'm electrocuting it.
Sara: You sure are.
Warrick: That would explain that smell.
Grissom: You know this is how I cooked my hot dogs in college.

Sara: You're not a victim, you were a lure. Do you know how many people don't report a rape because they're afraid that no one will believe them?
Ashley: Of course. That's what I was counting on.
Sara: I'm gonna do everything in my power to make sure you're tried as an adult.
Ashley: Good luck. I dress up real nice. Couple barretts, little lace collar, two dead parents. I'll be the saddest little girl in the world.

Sara: You're standing in my crime scene.
Nick: No, you're in mine.
Sara: You got audio, I wanted that.
Nick: I out rank you.
Sara: Technicality, who'd Grissom handpick to work here?
Nick: Keep telling yourself that.

Sara: You're the one who said one piece of evidence is better than ten eyewitnesses.
Grissom: What do you tape everything I say?

Sara: You're the one who's always saying it's better to have one piece of forensic evidence than ten eyewitnesses.
Grissom: What, do you tape everything I say?

Sara: [sees two pill bottles] Daniel Perez is taking oxycodone for pain, and Alicia was on diazepam.
Warrick: Diazepam? That's a pretty hard-core antidepressant for a kid that small.
Sara: I guess they didn't want her complaining while they were mining her body for healthy cells.

Scott Shelton: [after Sara discovers blood that has been wiped clean off the wall] I have no idea how it got there.
Sara: Oh... How it got there was when you shot your wife in the head, wrapped her in a blanket and left her on the side of a mountain. Dead!
[points her finger in his face]
Scott Shelton: Get that finger out of my face bitch!
[they fight]
Brass: Stop! That's enough! [to Grissom] Get her under control!
Grissom: Get him out of here, Jim!
Scott Shelton: Told you she was a handful.
Sara: Oh, you don't know a handful!
Grissom: Hey, Sara, what's the matter with you?
Sara: I am a woman, and I have a gun and look how he treated me! I can only imagine how he treated his wife!

Sgt. O'Riley: [Describing Brass and Grissom] Here comes the "nerd squad".