| BRASS: Yeah, looks like the guy had a pill for everything. Can you get a print off those balloons? WARRICK: I can get a print off the air. (�Burked�) GREG: Oh, is that alcohol on a bug bite? That's like butter on burns, man. Wives' tale. NICK: Yeah, this is the guy who told me to put hemorrhoid cream on my acne. GREG: It worked, didn't it? (�Burked�) GRISSOM: It's been 24 minutes, Greg. When's this thing going to be done? GREG: Well, with all due respect, sir, it's not a baked potato. It's Braun's blood and with all the impurities in his system it might take a little extra time. (�Burked�) GRISSOM: People don't vanish, Jim. It's a molecular impossibility. (�Chaos Theory�) GRISSOM: You showered. CATHERINE: Thanks for noticing, Gil, you're very observant. (�Chaos Theory�) GREG: Well, I ran the samples on Cofiler and Profiler Plus. Then I compared each specimen against the types obtained from the dried semen that you found on the victim's mattress... GRISSOM: Are we paying you by the word? (�Chaos Theory�) WARRICK: Where you been? GRISSOM: I can't be everywhere, Warrick, and they banned human cloning. (�Chaos Theory�) GRISSOM: I need to see his testicles. RANDY GESEK: I always thought there was something weird about you. (�Overload�) CATHERINE: Naked kid under a blanket at his shrink's late at night and his mother's there. GREG: Yeah, your case just entered a whole new dimension of weird. (�Overload�) GREG: You smell like death. SARA: I've heard. GREG: You know...a real man wouldn't mind. (�Bully for You�) CATHERINE: Hey, coffee boy. Where's my DNA? Cigarette butt? Match book time-delay device? Hair spray? Any of this sound familiar? GREG: Bags under the eyes, coffee cups, stress face. Any of this look familiar? I'm working on it. (�Scuba Doobie-Doo�) DAVID: I hate it when you CSI guys get territorial. (�Altar Boys�) GREG: I have tried. It's chemically impossible, Sara. Nothing from nothing is nothing. (�Altar Boys�) GREG: You ever see the Attack of the Killer Tomatoes? 'Cause there's something in the victim's blood that looks like one of those heirlooms. (�Caged�) NICK: I always thought you kept your porn in there. GREG: I move it around. Okay, now, this is a 66-kilodalton globular protein, composed of two disulfide-linked sub-units, A and B. NICK: Very impressive. GREG: 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. (�Caged�) GREG: Ricinus communis. Castor beans, like castor oil. GRISSOM: Well, botanically speaking, it's a spurge, not a bean. Ricin is made from the husk. Castor oil is made from what's inside. GREG: Hmm, which makes two people who know that -- you and the guy who wrote the book. (�Caged�) GRISSOM: To get to the evidence, we may destroy the evidence. CATHERINE: You get these haikus out of a book or do they just come to you? (�Slaves of Las Vegas�) CATHERINE: People are just as twisted in their own living rooms. The props are different here. That's all. NICK: Well, not everybody's twisted. CATHERINE: Everybody, Nick. Wake up and smell the species. (�Slaves of Las Vegas�) LADY HEATHER: When I thought Zoe was ready 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." CATHERINE: All my mother ever said to me was "Cash up front." LADY HEATHER: Don't take this the wrong way, but I think you've got everything it takes to make a great Dominatrix. CATHERINE: I take that as a compliment. (�Slaves of Las Vegas�) CAHTERINE: I just realized that you and I have a very healthy relationship. GRISSOM: We do? CATHERINE: Well, when we have a problem, I don't paint Greg Sanders in latex and stick a straw up his nose. GRISSOM: Good. He'd probably like it. (�Slaves of Las Vegas�) |
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