It's revealed that Captain Jim Brass has a teenage daughter.

Dr. Hillridge: I guess one mans corpse is another mans candy. Care for a sip of folacin?

Grissom: What?
Nick: Well, it's just that most people don't admit to being wrong.
Grissom: I'm wrong all the time. That's how eventually I get to "right".

Warrick: Mountain lions are brutal.
Gil: And smart. This one evidently knows how to use a scalpel.

Catherine: A six-year-old girl died on a ride at the carnival over on Washington. The paperwork's on your desk.
Gil: Did you straighten up my office while you were in there?

Nick: 'Go back to the crime scene. Collect the dog's scat.' I didn't realize how many dogs take their walks up here when I said that.
Warrick: Yeah, but I bet Grissom did.

Nick: No, hair and fiber is evidence, Warrick. This is combat duty.
Warrick: Yeah, it's somebody's 'doody'.

Gil: Like David Crosby said, big fella: 'If I'd known I was going to live this long I'd have taken better care of my teeth.

Greg: And, according to my sagacious calculations, this is a big dog. At least a hundred pounds.
Gil: Now if we can just figure out where he went to medical school we'll be home free.

Gil: Sometimes we deal with bugs, worms, waste or worse. But, as scientists, we look beyond the possibly offensive qualities of these things to what they might tell us about the puzzle we're trying to solve.
Nick: Man, do you turn it on like this at your seminars?
Gil: People actually pay to go to my seminars, Nick.

Catherine: Oh, come on. That creep tested clean?
Greg: Yeah. For someone who's on the pill.

Catherine: (to Thomas Pickens) If you so much as breathed on this child, the evidence will tell me. You can dope your urine change your name compare yourself to Elvis himself, but if you harmed Sandy Dantini, I'm going to get you.

Sara: (to Catherine)Look, don't bite my head off, but any chance you're going after this guy because you're a mother?

Dr. Susan Hillridge: Tell me, Mr. Grissom, how does a man choose death as his profession?
Gil: It chose me, actually.

Warrick: She gives me the willies.
Gil: We can't arrest her for that.

Catherine: You're going to enter this as a homicide, right?
Al: Technically, it's somewhere between accidental and undetermined.
Catherine: It's a homicide. I'm going to get your proof. So write down that 'accidental' in pencil.

Thomas Pickens: What, says you two string beans?
Catherine: It's going to take a lot more than vegetable insults to get us to move.

Jim: Whoa, whoa. What, you start the party without me? That could get dangerous.

Nick: Whoa, whoa. So she's not selling the organs on the black market ... she's eating them?
Gil: Possibly drinking them.

Catherine: (to Thomas Pickens) Spare me the hee haw routine.

Paul Newsome: You got my call.
Catherine: It couldn't have come at a better time.

Greg: As you know, dogs have 42 teeth, but your Cujo has 41.

Cujo is a novel, later made into a movie, by Stephen King about a rabid dog.

Title: Justice is Served

The term "xxx is served" refers to the notion of when a goal, usually a conceptual one, is achieved. In the case of "Justice", it means that the experiences of the individuals involved, the results of what has happened to all, has met the standards one would call "Just" -- good things for the good ones, or at least bad things for the bad ones, in keeping with the degree of good or evil the individuals acted to produce for their own purposes.