Catherine: (shouts) Hey, Grissom! (Grissom takes off.)
(Catherine stops running and watches as Grissom speeds off and away, a cloud of dust in his wake.)( Catherine sighs and takes off after him.)
(Cut to: Grissom stands just outside his parked car. He shines his flashlight down on the ground in front of his feet looking at something.)
Catherine: (panting) Gris-s-som!
(She falls against the park car, pissed more than ever at him.)Catherine: God! What, are you taking a leak?
Catherine: Barehanded, huh?
Gil: Well, collect it or lose it. Ten years ago nobody would've known the difference.
Catherine: Ten years ago we wouldn't have been able to get DNA off that fiber.
Catherine: How many cops are in town this weekend?
Gil: Twenty thousand. And the road is closed to civilians.
Catherine: Spring break with a badge. Well, this ought to be fun. Every suspect's in law enforcement.
Mendez: SWAT's LAPD. We're S-E-S. We're better. Better conditioned, better prepared. (He points to Grissom and his team working the crime scene.) Those the best you got?
Brass: Yeah. Yeah. You got lucky.
Mendez: Well, if they're not, I'll fly mine in.
Brass: Let me put it to you this way, I'd want them investigating my murder.
Al: Other than the fact that he's deceased, this guy is in excellent physical condition.
Gil: Work hard, play hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse.
Catherine: You're not going to miss the competition?
Mendez: I just made lieutenant. I got nothing to prove anymore.
Catherine: A man with nothing to prove. Now that would be a first.