Sara: How did he find you? 1-800 - Grissom.
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(Nick evaluating Grissom)
Nick: Organisation, minus 1
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Warrick: Gris, you ever worry about professional suicide?
Grissom: Not while I'm committing it, no.
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Nick: We get to rate the boss. I dig this.
Catherine: Give him a perfect ten, or your ass is out of here.
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Jim: An innocent man. Jail's full of 'em.
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Catherine: Am I disturbing you?
Gil: Yeah.
Catherine: Good.
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Gil: (to Jim) Do I seem like the kind of guy who skips stuff?
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Conrad Ecklie: We're not a clearinghouse for defendants on the eve of trail who don't like what we turned up.
Gil: Yes, we are. If it's our mistake that put them there.
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Warrick: So what happens now?
Gil: We chase the lie 'til it leads to the truth.
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Conrad Ecklie: What the hell are you doing?
Gil: Something you probably should have done.
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Gil: (to Ecklie) You son of a bitch. You swept my crime scene. You sent clean up.
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Jim: With any luck, it'll be the next episode of 'G-String Divas.
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