Sara: You weren't in your office.
Grissom: And good morning to you Miss Sidle.
Greg: Just remember, my saliva is getting on you, your saliva is getting on me.
Catherine: You know how you're always pushing that Holy Trinity stuff?
Grissom: Father, son and Holy Ghost?
Catherine: Victim, suspect and crime scene.
Grissom: Oh, that one.
Gil: Catherine. We have a 418. An obituary on a stall door.
Gil: (to Nick) If Mohammed won't go to the mountain. Then, the mountain must go to Mohammed.
Catherine: Do you ever worry that technology's going to make us obsolete?
Sara: Dead body. Bonus...
Catherine: Wow, someone likes their job.
When Grissom drops the mustard, it only gets on Brass's shoes, but when he's in the bathroom, he wipes his pants off.