| GRISSOM: A Harvard Professor conducted an experiment. Asked a bunch of students to watch a basketball game -- count the number of times the ball was passed. BRASS: Yeah, groundbreaking. GRISSOM: During the game a person dressed in a gorilla suit ran across the court. Afterwards, the professor asked his students if they noticed the gorilla. Fifty percent responded, "What gorilla?" BRASS: That's wonderful, Gil. If I see a gorilla, I'll arrest it. (�And Then There Were None�) GRISSOM: Dressed as a woman among men dressed as women. Now, see? That's a disguise. (�And Then There Were None�) NICK: You're a surfer now? GREG: Dude, I rip. NICK: We're 300 miles from the nearest beach. GREG: Surfing's just a state of mind. (�And Then There Were None�) GRISSOM: There's an abandoned silica mine outside Calnevari. GREG: What don't you know? (�And Then There Were None�) WARRICK: Sara, can you get back to the lab and put a rush on this analysis? SARA: Who died and made you boss? WARRICK: He's not exactly dead. (�Ellie�) SARA: Hey. Are you baking a cake? What's the hold up on my pills? GREG: Process. Just because you got passed over, don't take it out on me. (�Ellie�) SARA: Hey, don't make me feel bad for doing my job. WARRICK: If it was your job, you couldn't feel bad. GREG: Well, I think I hear some coffee perking. (�Ellie�) GRISSOM: Mr. Fairmont was staying in Murder Central. CATHERINE: Mmm. NICK: "Murder Central"? SARA: You never heard that phrase? NICK: Well, if I did, would I have asked the question? (�Organ Grinder�) NICK: What do you think, cocaine? CATHERINE: No, I don't think so. NICK: How can you tell just by looking? CATHERINE: Never you mind. (�Organ Grinder�) GREG: Hey, Catherine? Do you think Sara would ever go out with me? CATHERINE: Sure. As long as you don't tell her it's a date. (�Organ Grinder�) GRISSOM: You want to clue me in? GREG: Sara and I were just going out for dinner. GRISSOM: On the case, "Greggo". GREG: Oh. Right. (�Organ Grinder�) GRISSOM: What's the most important component in a poisoning? SARA: Poison. GRISSOM: Patience. (�Organ Grinder�) GRISSOM: A girl in a culvert pipe...at a highway construction site in the middle of an alfalfa field. You got anything to add? BRASS: Nothing as poetic. (�You�ve Got Male�) SARA: Well, we already know she cooks like I do -- takeout on speed dial. (�You�ve Got Male�) GRISSOM: Mr. Willoughby, would you mind if I fingerprint your spigot? WILLOUGHBY: No one's ever asked me that before. (�You�ve Got Male�) NICK: He was killed in the warehouse -- and don't sneak up on a person like that. GREG: Now you know how I feel, like ten times a day. (�Identity Crisis�) SARA: So our mystery lady was trying to enhance her athletic performance? GREG: Or increase her sex drive. You know women do that. I read. None that I've ever met. SARA: Not yet anyway. (�Identity Crisis�) CATHERINE: So how rich is this guy? GRISSOM: Well, he had a million dollars in his checking account. CATHERINE: Who doesn't? (�The Finger�) GRISSOM: It's a carpet beetle. It shouldn't be here. CATHERINE: Vic seem more like a hardwood floors kind of guy to you? (�Burden of Proof�) SARA: Wow, you got to go to the body farm? CATHERINE: Yeah. SARA: I've always wanted to go there. What was it like? CATHERINE: Quiet. (�Burden of Proof�) NICK: Well, according to Sara, 94% of all arsonists are male. WARRICK: Yeah, that sounds like Sara. (�Burden of Proof�) GREG: Kind of feels like blackjack, you know? You guys all fanned around the table, holding your breath waiting to see which card I'll reveal next. WARRICK: Greg, this is an abuse case involving a minor. GREG: Right. Sorry. (�Burden of Proof�) |