Hey! Yo, Cat!
(she walks into DNA) I'm going to forget you called me that.
Sorry.
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation · Season 2
Hey! Yo, Cat!
(she walks into DNA) I'm going to forget you called me that.
Sorry.
Two things that have nothing to do with each other.
Or everything.
(Sara walks out to find Grissom pacing furiously)
You okay?
Ninety-five.
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.
No, no. I'm not mad at me. There's a body in there and that guy knows where it is!
So what's your pulse at now? You wanna... take a walk around the block? Get some air.
No.
Sara: Clear your head.
I'm fine.
Okay. (touches his cheek, he looks surprised) Chalk... from plaster.
(rubs his face): Oh.
Better go wash up.
So I suppose you believe in Santa Claus?
After this... oh yeah.
I hate when you CSI guys get territorial.
Yeah well the victim's family hate it when we don't.
We both have jobs that begin after the crime.
After the sin.
Some people would call that a career in futility.
Some people call it a vocation.
You don't believe?
In religion. I believe in God, in science, in Sunday supper. I don't believe in rules that tell me how I should live.
Even if they're handed down by God?
How many crusades were fought in the name of God? How many people died because of someone's religion?
Fanaticism, not religion.
Semantics. They're still dead.
He needs spiritual guidance.
[Grissom looks at the suspect, then looks at the dead body]
Yeah, I imagine he does.
Ah. Then you'd have no problem with my talking to him.
It's the 11th hour. I wouldn't expect anything less.
Eleventh hour?
When the reality of their actions sets in, they usually turn to religion.
Can you think of a better time?
[Greg opens cupboard door and pulls book out]
Always thought you kept your porn in there.
I move it around.
Okay, now, this is a 66-kilodalton globular protein, composed of two disulfide-linked sub-units, A and B.
Very impressive.
And I know what you all think of me -- I'm just another pretty face who got to where I am by sleeping with Catherine.
Aaron Pratt is a high-functioning autistic man with superior right brain abilities.
Kind of sounds like you.
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.
We want to know if you saw anything unusual last night?
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.
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