Warrick: Who brings a gun to a knife fight?
Grissom: The winner?

Warrick: You ever buy a brand-new car, Griss?
Grissom: Depreciation doesn't make it a logical investment.
Warrick: It's not about logic. It's about that smell. There's nothing like the smell of a brand-new car.

Warrick: You just don't give up.
Sara: It's a flaw.

Warrick: You know it's illegal in the state of Nevada to have venomous snakes?
Marty: If you handle them correctly, snakes are harmless. I know what I'm doing.
Grissom: Yeah, that's what we're afraid of.

Warrick: You know, Sam ... that word that you wrote on the floor ... you know, that's a really bad word.
Sam Abernathy: I hear it all the time. My grandma says it. (strikes a match and puts it out in the mug.) My mom says it. (strikes another match and puts it out in the mug.) And my sister says it. (strikes another match.) Well... she used to say it. (blows the match out and watches the smoke rise up from the burned match. He drops it into the mug)

Warrick: You need to tell somebody when you're cutting the lights.
Grissom': What, are you working for OSHA now?

Warrick: You want his blood?
Grissom: One pint. To go.

Warrick: You're a CSI, Sara. You saw me enter the casino, did you ever see me place a bet?
Sara: You're telling me you didn't?
Warrick: I don't need to tell you anything. [Sighs] I went to the casino to collect a debt that was owed to me. We're on the same team. Next time, why don't you try talking to me, instead of going around behind my back?

Warrick:(About fingerprints in an elevator) It's like the Circle Bar on a Friday night - three million people on top of each other.
(Nick hands Sara a cup of coffee)

Warrick:(Throws magazine onto roof of car) Hey
Nick: Ooooh, Pretty girl
Season 3

Will Warshall: If I'm going to kill a guy, I'm not going to do it with twenty thousand cops around.
Catherine: Well ... sounds like you've been giving it some serious thought.
Will Warshall: Well, every cop does. My way? A sniper shot ... two hundred meters out. Coleman'd never even hear the "am" in "blam."

(A little after Grissom was attacked by a suspect)
Catherine: You okay?
Grissom:: I'm fine. (she turns his head to the right to see his neck injury)
Catherine: Nasty. Kinda looks like a hickey. (Grissom makes a face and pushes her hand away) You wanna tell me what got this party started?
Grissom: I scraped his nails.
Catherine: That's it?

(After finding a body in the ground)
Warrick: What do you think, Grissom? Been down here at least 3 years? (Grissom sniffs, around it)
Grissom: It's probably more than 3 years.
Brass: You're kiddin' me, right?
Grissom: Rule of thumb is if the skull smells bad it's usually under 3 years. But this one smells like dirt.

Catherine dials the number on the pager:
Sara: What are you gonna say? Hi, I'm a criminalist, I was in the neighborhood...
Catherine: Shhhhh....it's ringing.
Suspect: Hello.
Catherine: Ah, hey.
Suspect: Hey, who's this? I just dialed my own damn beeper.
Catherine: Uh-uh, it's my beeper now, I found it.
Suspect: That ain't your beeper, girl, it's mine, I do a lot of business on that beeper.
Catherine: What kind of business?
Suspect: You know, slinging a little something-something.
Catherine: Oh, a little something-something, or maybe a little bling-bling?
Suspect: Ah, so what you know about some bling-bling?
Catherine: Well invite me over to your crib, baby, and you might find out.
Suspect: Three Aces Motel, room 202
Catherine: Three Aces Motel, room 202, ahh, see you soon. *hangs up the phone*
Sara: ...
Catherine: Did I just do that?
Sara: What's a bling-bling?
Catherine: Got me.

[A bug crawls out of the man's shirt]
Catherine: Oh look, one of your friends.
Grissom: It's a carpet beetle, it shouldn't be here.
Catherine: Vic seem more like a hard-wood floor kinda guy to you?