Built to Kill 1

David: Sorry, I was meeting the future in-laws.
Sara: Did they love you?
David: I got a little excited talking about work....they stopped eating.
Sara: Oh.

Grissom: I got you a veggie burger.
Sara: Thanks.
Warrick: What'd you get me?
Grissom: I didn't know you were here. Soy sorry.
Warrick: Where is the love?

Nick: So do you think that Grissom will show?
Catherine: Not if he thinks that he has to dance.

Sam: It's good to see you back on your feet, Jim.
Brass: You've never seen me off of them, Sam. You know this is like old times: You and me, a party, a dead body.

Sheriff Burdick: I've asked the mayor to give you a commendation. Medal of valor. Congratulations.
Brass: Well, well, that's nice. Do I have to be there?
Sheriff Burdick: As a matter or protocol, I'd say you damn well better be.
Brass: Look -
Sheriff Burdick: Look, I'm gonna say a few nice things, hand you a plaque, we shake hands, a whole lot of reporters will be there to take photos of the big event. It'll be magic. *walks away* My office will call you to set it up.
Brass to himself: I was gonna vote for you anyway.

Warrick: Brass looks like he's about to puke.
Sara: Or punch someone.

Sara: According to my supervisor, we're not really into the business of 'why'. *pager goes off* I gotta go.
Grissom: Bye.

Sofia: *looking at the mini replica of the scene* Have you ever seen anything like this?
Grissom: No.The detail is...
Sofia: Terrifying.
Grissom: Impressive. And yes, terrifying.

Built to Kill 2

Sara: Looks like a single blow.
Grissom: Sometimes it only takes one hit.

Sara: I've never heard of him.
Grissom: Probably before your time
Sara: I'll download it.

Ecklie: Sara, what do you think?
Sara: I... agree with Grissom.
Ecklie: Of course you do.

Sara: I think Malibu Barbie did it.
Grissom: Well there must be more to Barbie than just a pretty face.

Toe Tags

Catherine: Any chance that it was an accident?
Doc Robbins: When was the last time that you took a nap in Grissom's tub?

Warrick: If he's lying, someone should present him an Emmy award.

Sara: I thought this only happened in the movies.
Grissom: Life imitates art.

Brass: *looking at Ray's severed left arm* I bet my right arm that, that's his left.

Sara: You know what this reminds me of? The time we first met. San Francisco. Your lecture. Double murder in a garage. I'd heard you were a little dull as a speaker, but you can't rely on your first blush. That was, uh, the subject of your talk.
Grissom: I believe that I said first opinions are crucial, but if the evidence changes, so must the theory.
Sara: Exactly.

Warrick: Okay, Mr. Boyscout.
Greg: Eagle scout. I didn't earn a chest full of merit badges for nothin'.

Fannysmackin'

Grissom: Has someone called your parents? We should let them know you're here. *Greg groans* What's the matter? Greg: They still think that I'm in the lab.
Grissom: Why's do they think that?
Greg: When I was in high school I never played any sports, no football, no basketball, definatly no hockey.
Grissom: I never would have guessed.
Greg: Well, it wasn't my choice. My mom wanted four kids, ended up with only one. She always made sure I'd stay close and if I got a nose bleed she'd take me to the ER.
Grissom: Well, now would be the time to come clean.
Greg: My mom's gonna freak.
Grissom: You tell her that you risked your life to save someone else's and I think she'll be very proud of you.

Nick: I'm sick of these punks, man. I'm sick of it.
Warrick: Then you in the wrong town.
Nick: Maybe.

Catherine: Pig and the piglets are in the pigpen.
Warrick: About time. Finally some good news.
Catherine: Did you now Pig, a.k.a Cole Tritt was the only adult? The rest were all under 18. One was 14.
Warrick: You're kidding. Who raises these kids?
Catherine: I mean, they weren't all deliquents. Dmitris James was a college student.
Nick: Hangin' out with the wrong crowd in the wrong town. I'm tellin' ya, havin' a fake I.D in Las Vegas is like havin a--a free ticket on the hell train. Sex, drugs, gambling, no adult supervision, 24/7, by the time they're 21 they've done and seen it all.
Catherine: Make me slit my wrists why don't ya. I'm raising a teenager here.
Warrick: Ah, you're doin' a great job, Linds is gonna turn out to be a beautiful young woman. Besides, I grew up in Vegas I didn't turn out so bad, did I?
Nick: Yeah. That was pre-mirage. Back when you were goin' to the casino, playin' the arcade games. Nah, Vegas is a different animal now.
Warrick: Yeah, these kids need to beat people up in the street to be entertained. They need some good disapline, they need their grandmother whoopin' their ass like I had.
Nick: Yeah, a good slap.
Sara: You know, it kinda sounds like you guys are blaming everyone but these kids. I mean, you don't get a bye just because you grew up here or your parents are on drugs or---those kids were perfectally capable of telling the difference between a wild night out and beating somebody to death.
Grissom: The truth is, a moral compass can only point you in the right direction, it can't make you go there. Our culture preaches that you shouldn't be ashamed of anything you do anymore. And unfortunately this city is built on the principle that there's no such thing as guilt. "Do whatever you want, we won't tell." So without a conscience, there's nothing to stop you form killing someone. And evidently you don't even have to feel bad about it.

Sara: Why isn't there a medic on Greg?
Sofia: He's been stabelized. Sara, he's gonna be okay.
*Sara walks over to where Greg is laying and brushes hair out of his face*
Greg: Sara.
Sara: I didn't think you could see me.
Greg: I can't. I know that "Sidle Scent".
Sara: I'm...going to take that as a compliment.

Brass to that one girl: I want the rest of the Mickey Mouse club.

Catherine: What do you know about work boots? You've probably never worked a hard day in your life!
Greg: Doc Martens. I wore them in Highschool.
Catherine Eh, skinheads ruined 'em.
Greg: Yeah, they kinda ruined it for everybody.

Double-Cross

Sara: Well, I wouldn't necessarily call myself an Athiest, but I am not sold on the notion of a higher power. However, I used to love the stories of the Saints.
Grissom: This job certainly challenges your faith.
Sara: Yes it does. But, I have science.
Grissom: I believe we need a little of both.
Sara: Sometimes, I think we made up God just to have someone to blame for our mistakes. *Grissom notices something on the body, and walks out of the lab without acknowledging Sara's statement* *Sara calls out* It's...just a theory!

Sara: I didn't offend you, did I? Did I say something offensive to you as a Catholic?
Grissom: I'm not really a Catholic any more, you know. I suppose I practice a kind of secular Catholocism that involves ritualizing certain aspects of everyday life, and then viewing them with a spiritual intensity they might not otherwise possess. But, I don't want to put too fine a point on it.

Sara: Who would strangle someone with a rosary?
Grissom: Probably the same person who crucifies someone in a church.

Brass: In my world, you're either guilty or innocent.
Father Frank: Well in mine, you can be both.

Double-Cross

Grissom: Didn't we talk about this once before, Greg?
Sara: I'm the one who turned the music on.
*Sara and Grissom share a look*

Carl: I gotta go to the bathroom before we leave. You want me to leave the door open?
Brass: No, I'm too old for you.

Carl: I know what you're thinking.
Grissom: No, you don't.