| GRISSOM: It�s just about the evidence. It�s not up to you whether he lives or dies. (�The Execution of Catherine Willows�)
NICK: People are pigs. GRISSOM: Don�t insult the pigs, Nick. They�re actually very clean. (�The Execution of Catherine Willows�) GREG: Hey, I hear you�re cheating on me with an out-of-state DNA analyst. CATHERINE: Apples and oranges, Greg. Fifteen-year-old hair samples � no roots, room-temperature storage. GREG: Room temp? CATHERINE: Yeah, that�s how we stored hair evidence back then. Microscopy was king. GREG: Really? I thought Elvis was king. CATHERINE: And you are how old? GREG: Age is irrelevant in our relationship. CATHERINE: Maybe so, but face it, Greg, you just don�t have the equipment. (�The Execution of Catherine Willows�) GRISSOM: Witnesses? CATHERINE: They were all in the bathroom. (�Fight Night�) GREG: Ladies and gentlemen, in this corner, wearing red leather, coming from the great fighting city of Everlast, USA�the gloves that Javier Molina wore when he killed Laroi Steele. This is a piece of boxing evidence. Do you know how much this would go for on eBay? (�Fight Night�) NICK: Yeah, but it�s like Night of the Pifflings out there and I�m on a smash and grab. GRISSOM: Pifflings? NICK: Puffin offspring. First time out of the nest every year they crash land in this town near Iceland because they�re attracted to the lights of human civilization. It�s the same way people flock to Vegas for a fight. GRISSOM: Animal Planet. NICK: How come when you talk about bugs everyone says you�re a genius, but when I talk about birds everyone says I watch too much television? (�Fight Night�) GREG: We have a problem. WARRICK: Pile it on. GREG: Well, in the interest of posterity I took it upon myself to establish provenance for the killer gloves I mean DNA-wise. On my own time, of course, of which I have precious little, so that should count for something. GRISSOM: Greg, why are you always doing this? GREG: Because you make me nervous. (�Fight Night�) CATHERINE: FBI�s official position on snuff films in the U.S. of A? No such thing. SARA: What�s their unofficial position? CATHERINE: Single film goes for a hundred grand � original negative. (�Snuff�) ROBBINS: And how does an entomologist feel about putting ants to death? GRISSOM: I view them as martyrs in a scientist�s holy war. (�Snuff�) GRISSOM: What�s that old cowboy expression? �Got to see a man about a horse?� NICK: Yeah. GRISSOM: That reminds me. I�ve got to see a woman about a face. NICK: Yee-haw. (�Snuff�) GRISSOM: Gene Rayburn. GREG: What? GRISSOM: Point of reference. GREG: Uh�Match Game. Nipsey Russell, Fannie Flagg. Game Show Network. Look, I don�t have time for your humor. Ecklie�s got a multiple, Warrick tells me his home invasion is my top priority, and I�m still backed up on Catherine�s no-suspect rape. One servant, many masters. You know what I�m saying? GRISSOM: Greg, this is your DNA lab. You are the master. We serve you. GREG: Well, your stuff just moved to the top of the pile. (�Blood Lust�) GRISSOM: Okay, Doc, tell me something I don�t know. ROBBINS: Okay. In fourth grade, I dropped out of karate class because a kid half my size made me cry. GRISSOM: About the body. (�Blood Lust�) GRISSOM: What do you weigh? WARRICK: Uh, that�s between me and my trainer. GRISSOM: Do I have to get a scale? WARRICK: A buck ninety-five, give or take a doughnut. SARA: Don�t even ask. (�Blood Lust�) GRISSOM: Judy, would you like to be part of a little experiment? JUDY: I�m a secretary. Besides, I heard what you did to Greg�s feet. (�Blood Lust�) BRASS: The jumper�s John Doe. No wallet, no keys, no ID. NICK: Yeah, that�s the least of this guy�s problems. (�High and Low�) CATHERINE: Hey, Greggy, any luck on those blood and hair samples? GREG: Don�t insult me. Luck is for those without skill. CATHERINE: Spoken like a man who�s never won a jackpot. GREG: Sad but true. (�High and Low�) |