Brass: Newsflash, sweetheart. You can't make a deal if you keep your mouth shut.
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Grissom: Did you try this coffee?
Nick: Mm-mm.
Grissom: The last cup I had tasted like motor oil.
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Brass: Can you get a print off those balloons?
Warrick: I can get a print off the air.
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Jim: A plus B plus C equals 9-1-1.
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Catherine: It sure seems that way.
Gil: If only life were that simple.
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Catherine: Who's this?
Jim: It's Braun's 'Squeeze'. She's an ex-stripper, too. Perhaps you two met in a professional capacity.
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Janine Haywood: Listen -- if anything is missing from this house I'm going to add you to my lawyer's 'to sue' list.
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Sam Braun: (to Catherine) I remember the first time I saw you. You didn't have any clothes on.
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Greg: That's my pot!
Gil: Your pot?
Greg: Yeah, you know, from my own private stash. Blue Hawaiian -- $40 a pound. Only grown a couple times a year on the Big Island hand-picked to perfection.
Gil: Good. You're using my water so I guess that makes it community coffee.
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Gil: It's been 24 minutes, Greg. When's this thing going to be done?
Greg: Well, with all due respect, sir, it's not a baked potato.
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Greg: Did I ever tell you I used to live in New York?
Gil: Is this going to be a short story or a novel?
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Catherine: (to Gil) Is this part of the Sherlock Holmes Fan Club Kit?
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Catherine: He was 'burked'.
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Det. Sam Vega: That's the quickest warrant I ever got.
Catherine: Yep. Braun family. Long arms.
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Catherine: (to Jim) Flimsy alibis don't prove murder.
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Sam Braun: (to Catherine) You know, I should've married your mother.
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Walt Braun: When you're a Braun there's nothing you can't replace.
Gil: You can't replace your brother.
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Jim: Let me guess -- she's incommunicado.
Janine Haywood: That means you can't reach her? Yeah.
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Walt Braun: You're looking at my brother's trophy?"
Bonnie Ritten: No, my husband's bimbo.
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