(Sara's mad after getting called into work on her day off)
Sara: What am I, working food and beverage at one of the hotels? I haven't had a day off in three weeks. I mean if they're gonna call me in at least throw me a bone. Gimme the 419 on the elevator.
Nick: Someone's bitter.
Sara: I'm tired!
Nick: You? Tired? I thought you never sleep. (Sara fakes a yawn) haha, nice, nice.
(They walk into DNA and Greg's blasting music)
Nick: What up, G?
Sara: You're awake. I hate you.
Greg: Couple glasses of Merlot, a rack of lamb on my day off. I slept like a baby yesterday. You look horrible.
Sara: Thanks, Greg.
(Greg looks at Nick)
Nick: Don't look at me. I got sunshine (Sara) all night.
Catherine: Caught in the act.
Grissom: I think that was the point.
Catherine: Oh yeah.
Catherine: What's with the smile?
Grissom: It's playing our song.
Gil: Come for the hors d'oeuvres ... stay for the interrogation.
Gil: Strangulation's a man's crime.
Al: Preaching to the converted.
Catherine: 419 at the Sphere, glass elevator. You're on it.
Warrick: This is a big case. I'm in a groove here.
Catherine: Well, groove on down to The Strip.
Warrick: Whatever happened to 'you cross the tape, you go the distance'?
Catherine: I was probably saying that to get you to service my needs at the time.
Patrick Haynes/Chad Matthews: Something wrong?
Gil: Yes. A woman's dead.
Dancer: Are you a doctor?
Gil: Of sorts.
Gil: I'm just, um ... looking around.
Dancer: See anything you like?
Gil: Yes. I do.
Catherine: You know, when Eddie and I were first married when things were kind of good? On the anniversary of the day we first met, he'd always give me a lace teddy. Well, I mean, I know it's not a music box, but ...
Gil: Music box, lace teddy, it's all the same thing it's tradition. And the joy of tradition is in the constant repetition.
Det. Conroy: You're going to print the entire elevator?
Warrick: It's like the circle bar on a friday night ... three million people on top of each other.
Sara: I'm tired.
Nick: You? Tired? I thought you never sleep.
Greg: A couple of glasses of merlot. Rack of lamb on my day off. I slept like a baby yesterday. You look horrible.
Sara: Thanks, Greg.
Greg: Oh, man, I got to get a raise for this.
Catherine: So, either she's extremely hygienic, or...
Gil: ... Somebody did some serious spring cleaning.
Warrick: Mandy, you got any prints off of that quarter I found on the vic?
Mandy: Still working on it, Warrick. I don't work one case a day.
Patrick Haynes/Chad Matthews: Human nature. We always covet what we can't have.
Greg: Did you ever wear one of these when you were dancing?
Catherine: I wore nothing but skin.
Gil: Sometimes in interrogations, Nick, you get one chance, one answer. And while I'm out here screwing around with you he's in there thinking up an answer that he didn't have before you walked in.
Sheriff Brian Mobley: Do you have any idea what the hot topic of conversation is going to be when I walk into that breakfast?
Gil: You're announcing your candidacy for Mayor?
Sheriff Brian Mobley: That's cute.
Gil: (to Brian Mobley) You know, I think you're going to get my vote for mayor.
Sheriff Brian Mobley: What have we got on Richmond?
Gil: A canine.
Sheriff Brian Mobley: Her dog.
Gil: Her tooth.
Sheriff Brian Mobley: What about the rest of her?
Gil: Still looking.
Sheriff Brian Mobley: Well, look harder, 'cause if someone leaks it to the press that she's dead and then she gets off a lear jet at McCarran with a tan, we're both going to have egg on our face and I'm going to hold you responsible.
Jim: I hate going out to lunch with you CSIs. You notice everything.
Catherine: Turned on by the mystery and the sex. I've been there.
Gil: (to Catherine) Shall we do the room, too?