Nick: Pulled a couple of hairs off of our male stabbing vic.
Greg: Okay. Baby. Uh-huh.
Greg: Nine lives.
Nick: Cat hair?
Grissom: You know what they say about looks.
Brass: They can be deceiving?
Grissom: They can kill.
Sgt. Ray O'Riley: One minute you're watching wheel of fortune -- next thing, game over.
Gil: We got three minutes to process this crime scene! After that, we lose it all to the gutters!
Sara: We're losing everything!
Gil: Yeah ... our killer got lucky tonight.
Sgt. Ray O'Riley: I like the hair.
Catherine: And you're not calling this a crime scene?
Sgt. Ray O'Riley: Catherine, it's a building.
Catherine: O'Riley ... it's a suspect.
Sgt. Ray O'Riley: What are you doing here?
Catherine: I was assigned. This is my case.
Sgt. Ray O'Riley: Case? The building collapsed. There's nothing criminal here.
Catherine: Right. That's why you were assigned -- a homicide detective.
Catherine: (to Paul Newsome) Are you hiding something, or am I not worth your time?
Jim: You know between you and me, as long as I've been on the job I still don't like touching dead bodies.
Warrick: Well, that's why you got the badge and I got the syringe.
Gil: Well, I haven't felt that in a while.
Jim: What's that?
Gil: The element of surprise.
Jim: Maybe she's like 28% of Americans -- she doesn't buckle up.
Gil: I think it's 29%, actually.
Nick: Hope you're not allergic there, boss.
Nick: Cat hair.
Paul Newsome: You're not married, are you?
Sgt. Ray O'Riley: Catherine? You sure you want to do this?
Catherine: Why is everybody asking me if I want to do my job?
Sgt. Ray O'Riley: Because we care.
Gil: An anobiid powder-post beetle. Very nice specimen.
Catherine: He likes you, too. Now, tell me about him.
Gil: Forget the beetle; this damage was intentional. You're looking for a homosapien.
Catherine: I know. Gives new meaning to 'home wrecker.'
Gil: Catherine, there's a reason I assigned you this case. You're good with people, both the dead and the living.
Catherine: Translation: We're opening a political can of worms.
Gil: Can I keep it?
Catherine: Sorry. It's evidence.
Gil: Don't forget to feed him.
Catherine: I know-- wood.
Gil: It's a scientist's right to re-examine his theory with each new piece of evidence, Nick.
Catherine: How did you get in here?
Paul Newsome: Well, I flashed my city I.D. And, uh, my smile.
Nick: Why'd he end up dead?
Jim: Bad karma.
Paul Newsome: (to Catherine) Are you saying Beethoven brought down the building?
Catherine: Anything you want to say to me?
Paul Newsome: As a matter of fact, yes. Could've saved yourself a lot of trouble by not making me a suspect in the first place.
Catherine: You're welcome.
Gil: We can't speak from the evidence, Nick, and everybody else is dead.