| SARA: Hey. You got something on that glass?
HODGES: Didn�t beep you to say �hi�. (�Recipe for Murder�) NICK: Fresh off an airplane from a conference and bam � I get seminal fluid. (�Recipe for Murder�) GREG: Did you know that some doctors believe that oral bacteria have no other benefits than to make it impossible for other more vicious bacteria to take up residence in our mouths? GRISSOM: I knew that, Greg. GREG: So, then I should just stop trying to impress you. GRISSOM: That would impress me. (�Recipe for Murder�) NICK: Home pregnancy test. Negative. Better luck next time. SARA: Someone does not like frozen peas. NICK: They weren�t shopping at CostCo. They paid way too much for ice cream. (�Got Murder?�) ARCHIE: Cool looking office. It was kind of fun being out in the field. Pulling drives, collecting evidence�flashing ID. I think I got a flair for it. NICK: You bucking for a promotion? ARCHIE: Not bucking. Nudging. (�Random Acts of Violence�) GREG: Look, I thought that we had a relationship. What are you doing taking Archie out into the field, instead of me? NICK: It�s the right tool for the right job, man. You have to understand the world you�re investigating. Hey, Archie. ARCHIE: Yeah? NICK: Hey, what�s that Star Trek episode where the guy�s got the forehead thingy, and the time portal�? ARCHIE: In Classic, TNG, DS9, Voyager or Enterprise? GREG: Point taken. (�Random Acts of Violence�) GREG: All work and no play make Greg a dull boy. GRISSOM: All play and no work make Greg an unemployed boy. (�Random Acts of Violence�) NICK: Yeah, and the semen sample I recovered is still being processed in DNA. GREG: Not anymore. And no jokes about me being fast in this department. (�One Hit Wonder�) ROBBINS: Some people actually do die of natural causes in Vegas you know. (�One Hit Wonder�) BRASS: Ever been to a foam party? GRISSOM: What do you think? (�Lady Heather�s Box�) SARA: Whatever you say, Superfly. (�Lady Heather�s Box�) WARRICK: I was wondering where I put my nice silver satin thong. (�Lady Heather�s Box�) LADY HEATHER: Do you like my lipstick? GRISSOM: Why? LADY HEATHER: You�ve been staring at my lips. GRISSOM: You have lovely lips. (�Lady Heather�s Box�) GRISSOM: I owe you an apology. LADY HEATHER: Apologies are just words. (�Lady Heather�s Box�) NICK: Who put the bat gates in? GRISSOM: Batman. (�Lucky Strike�) NICK: There�s a sucker born every minute. GRISSOM: Yup, and they all come to Vegas. (�Lucky Strike�) SARA: Where are you going? GRISSOM: I got gas. SARA: Oh. (�Crash and Burn�) GREG: Hey, I hear you�re working Hank�s case. SARA: I believe it�s my case GREG: Territorial. Guys don�t like that. (�Crash and Burn�) GREG: Tox screen came back. Mrs. Lambert tested positive for cannabis sativa. SARA: Grass? GREG: Grass. So �70s, man. Sticky green, the dank, the chronic, the cush, happy stick, wacky tobaccy� SARA: Wait, wait, wait. Grandma was high? GREG: Yeah. SARA: Grandma was high. GREG: As a kite. (�Crash and Burn�) GREG: Well, as you know, Watson and Crick were both the granddaddies of DNA. Without their discoveries, I�d have nothing to do all day. NICK: What have you been doing all day? (�Crash and Burn�) GRISSOM: So, let�s see� You surf, you scuba dive, you�re into latex, you like fashion models and Marilyn Manson, and you also have a coin collection. GREG: Weird, huh? GRISSOM: Well, I raise cockroaches. (�Precious Metal�) GREG: Every time I make another DNA match in here, my world gets a little smaller. Out there felt large. GRISSOM: Out there means a pay cut. GREG: I�m not about the money. GRISSOM: That�s good to know. (�Precious Metal�) |