Catherine: Hi. What'd I miss?
Grissom: Murder, seduction, deceit -- the usual.
Catherine: Mm. This one of your favorites?
Grissom: Actually, I'm not a big fan of noir.
Catherine: Okay. Well, what do you like?
Grissom: I like silent movies.

Catherine: How many cops are in town this weekend?
Grissom: 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.

Catherine: I just realized that you and I have a very healthy relationship.
Grissom: We do?
Catherine: When we have a problem, I don't paint Greg in latex and stick a straw up his nose.
Grissom: Good. He'd probably like it.
Catherine: You're supposed to say something revealing back to me.
Grissom: Okay. I never told anyone this, Catherine......
[screen fades to black]

Catherine: I ran priors. The guy's got an '88 conviction for sexual assaults.
Ecklie: (smugly) Boy, if I ever get in trouble, I know which CSI I'm going to.
Catherine: Let's watch the show.

Catherine: I think we'd better head over to the police station.
Nick: (who is suspected of murdering Kristy) DNA didn't pan out huh?
Catherine: Never have I seen such a clean match. Jack Willman killed her.
Nick: Thank you. (he hugs her)
Catherine: Hey, I'm just doing my job. Besides if they'd sent you to jail I'd get stuck with all your cases. (Nick laughs)

Catherine: I thought you were going to process the scene with Grissom.
Nick: I was. He said he had it covered. Sofia Curtis is up there with him.
Catherine: Right... Ecklie's right hand.
Nick: Hmm?
Catherine: Ever do a case with her?
Nick: Uh-uh. Hey, I heard Grissom stuck you with his speech.
Catherine: A napkin is not a speech.

Catherine: I'm a forensic scientist.
April Lewis: Scientist... wow. You look so normal.
Catherine: Thanks.

Catherine: I'm gonna find out what Rone's mothers maiden name is.
Grissom: What's his mother got to do with it?
Catherine: She may have sold me my engagement ring.

Catherine: It's a big desert.
Grissom: About twenty-five thousand square miles
Catherine: Nearest town is Pahrump. That's about thirty miles from here
Grissom: But I got water, we can share.
Catherine: Who are you today, Moses?
Catherine: [on phone] Yeah, Jim. Uh, Grissom and I are gonna take a little walk.

Catherine: It's physically impossible to absorb a fatal dose of cocaine through the penis.
Grissom: Cite your source.

Catherine: Marjorie's requesting copies of CSI's proficiency test records, by midnight.
Grissom: So relax. If any of us had failed the yearly proficiency test, we wouldn't be here.
Catherine: You completely forget, don't you? My test is on appeal.
Grissom: Oh, right.
Catherine: Board said I was wrong on one question. I said the question was ambiguous. They're going to rule my way, but not before the prelim. [sighs] Just trying to rattle me.
Grissom: Is it working?
Catherine: Maybe I should just take a page out of your book. If I don't collect or analyze anything, I don't have to testify. Of course, it helps to be boss. Very politic. Ecklie must be rubbing off on you.
Grissom: Yeah, that's it. Ecklie.

Catherine: Naked kid under a blanket at his shrink's late at night and his mother's there.
Greg: Your case just entered a whole new dimension of weird.

Catherine: Never doubt and never look back. That's how I live my life.
Grissom: I admire that.

Catherine: No one can predict more than a few seconds into the future.
Nick: I predict I'll still be standing here one minute from now.
Warrick: Where are we going with this?
Grissom: Paige was in her dorm room and then ended up in the dumpster. Somewhere between her dorm room and the dumpster is our answer. That's where we're going. Coming, Nick?
Warrick: [to Nick] Nice try, Nostradamus.

Catherine: No. No way, use your own hand.
Grissom: Come on, Catherine, my hand's too big.
Catherine: No!
Grissom: It's the only way we can print her. Her skin on your hand should fit like a leather glove.
Grissom: May I take your hand?