Grissom: Repeat after me. Silk, silk, silk.
Nick: Silk, silk, silk.
Grissom: What do cows drink?
Grissom: Cows drink water. They produce milk.
Nick: Hey, Catherine, say, "Silk, silk, silk."
Catherine: Silk, silk, silk.
Nick: What do cows drink?
Catherine: Water. Why?
Nick (after a disappointed pause): Never mind.
Catherine: Now there's a start, "gross." Gross negligence, flying down I-15 in a stolen car. Gross anatomy, a human bowling ball in the trunk. Gross details, let's hear it.
Sara: What has gotten in to you?
Gil: Vitreous humor is glazed over.
Jim: What does that mean?
Gil: That means that, six to eight hours ago somebody lost their head. Then ... somebody lost their head.
Gil: I forgot.
Catherine: Well, maybe we should be evaluating you.
Sara: Yes! Road trip.
Catherine: (to Gil) I'll meet you at the autopsy. 'Head'-topsy.
Nick: If I'm not ready, be a man -- tell me I'm not ready.
Gil: You're not ready.
Gil: (to Nick) Anybody who's great at anything, Nick, does it for their own approval not someone else's.
Catherine: Definitely a crime of passion.
Gil: You think a female could do this?
Catherine: I could have.
Gil: Scared of you.
Al: What do you think?
Catherine: It sucks... Hey, I just filed for divorce. I feel a little confident.
Jim: (to Lori and Anna Leah) You know what I think? I don't think you two are murderers. I think you're just felony stupid.
James Moore: I had two things going against me: I'm the newest face and the only witness.
Warrick: So it's your life versus time.
Sara: That's one of those funny clues. Could mean nothing or could mean everything.
Gil: So bizarre, human behavior. What you can't cut out of your mind you can always cut out of your photo album.
Warrick: Nothing surprises me anymore.
Catherine: The cousin of footprints. Sock prints ... look.
Nick: Perp thought he could cover his tracks by taking off his shoes.
Catherine: He thought wrong.
Catherine: By the way, what about my evaluation?
Gil: Keep up the good work, Catherine.
Gil: So the footlocker had no headroom.
Warrick: Whatever happened to my evaluation?
Gil: You're sitting in it.
Gil: (to Warrick) Every nine years and 34 days I feel like sharing.