Catherine: You're an average family, burdened with a tragedy that put you under a microscope. That close, nobody can look good.
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Brass: Geez. Haven't these people ever heard of divorce?
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Jim: Moved here from Oregon two years ago.
Catherine: Bet they wished they hadn't today.
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Sara: You think the suspect printed the ransom note from inside the house while they were sleeping?
Gil: I'm not thinking anything yet.
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Warrick: I'm all over it like a cheap suit.
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Gil: Damn, Warrick!
Warrick: I'm sorry. Your ticker okay?
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Warrick: Ah. The plot thickens.
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Gil: You smell something?
Warrick: I smell these dirty diapers over here.
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Gil: (to Greg) Zachary Anderson, DOB 01-23-01. Date of death, three hours ago. Until we find out how and why ... ... this is the only case you work on.
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Sara: You told me a few weeks ago that nothing is personal. No victim should be special. Everyone follows your lead.
Gil: Everyone didn't find that baby. I did. And that little boy is dead because someone lost their temper or screwed up, or god knows what. So, excuse me, but this victim is special.
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Woman Reporter: Gil Grissom! You found the baby. How hard is it for you to look at Gwen Anderson?
Gil: Let me tell you something. People are presumed innocent ... innocent until a court of law can examine all the evidence and prove otherwise. Until then everything else is ... gossip.
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Catherine: You didn't answer my question.
Gil: You're right. I didn't.
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