Grissom: It's sad isn't it Doc? A couple of middle aged guys like us, how we never really touch people unless we're wearing latex gloves. We wake up one morning and realize that for 50 years we haven't really lived at all... But then one day, someone young and beautiful offers to share their life with you, someone you can care about. We have to give up everything we worked for to have them, I couldn't do it... but you did. And she took that back didn't she? She gave you something precious then took it back. So you took her life instead. You couldn't stand that fact that she was giving it to someone else, so you took her life.
Doctor: I'm still here.
Grissom: Are you?
(Doctor leaves, camera pulls back to show Sara on the other side of the glass, watching the entire thing)

Catherine: Well, now that we fed you, we should probably talk about a shower. I mean at your place. You need to go home.
Gil: As soon as we find some evidence, I promise.

Catherine: All right. The bathroom is where things got started -- candles, oils, steam shower, cleaned up, oiled up, sexed up.
(Gil dips his finger in the peanut butter and sticks it in his mouth.)
Gil: Let's go back to the bedroom.

Gil: Hey, Cath? Got silk?
(Catherine looks at the other side and finds the matching tie on the other side of the bed.)
Catherine: (smiling) Why, yes, I do.

Catherine: I don't mean to embarrass you, but, um ...
(Catherine lifts up the sheet away from the bed frame.)
Catherine: ... some guys need leverage.
(Quick flashback to: A pair of male feet pressed up against the bed frame. End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Gil: They do?

Catherine: Have you eaten anything?
Gil: What did you bring?
Catherine: (shrugs) I'll see what's in the fridge.
(Catherine leaves the hallway.)
Gil: (shouts) We have to replace that, you know.