Sara: [to Warrick]: Fine suit.
[Warrick and Nick turn around to find Sara in the locker room]
Sara: [to Nick] And well, just fine.
Nick: That's harassment.
Sara: Hey, we have one locker room and it's my job to be observant.

Sara: Any idea how long she's been dead?
Doc Robbins: The elements really got to her. Grissom and his insects are going to have to figure that one out. (Doc Robbins turns around and sees Grissom picking up a bug from the body) Have we lost you, Grissom?
Grissom: " The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout."
Sara: Shakespeare again?
Grissom: An old nursery rhyme.
Doc Robbins: A very special insect, Dr. Seuss?

Sara: Are you��Hitting on me, David? (seeing him smile awkwardly she puts her head in her hand) Let me offer you some friendly advice! If you want to pull girls then you gotta get aggressive! Lose the coat, (David looks disheartened at this) the glasses (David looks very disheartened at this) and grow some scruff! (David looks at the floor upset that Sara doesn't fancy him) You do get a C for cute though! (David looks up in surprise then she smiles sweetly at him)

Sara: Blood swirl on the wall. Are you thinking cult? Manson?
Grissom': Somebody left a message. I need to see the rest of it.
(Grissom shuts off the lights to check evidence, and not knowing Warrick was in the room, there's a thud and Warrick swears)

Sara: Both guns are nine millimeter automatics. Brass isn't going to like this.
Warrick: I don't give a damn what Brass likes.
Sara: Like I do? If Tyner's dirty, he goes down. I just know what happens when you piss off the P.D.
Warrick: Yeah, it's war.

Sara: Do you know where I can find Catherine Willows?
Catherine: She's out in the field. Let me guess, Sara Sidle?
Sara: I know who I am, I think you're a little confused.
Catherine: If you think you're taking my case, Forget it.
Sara: Ok, we can stay here and argue or we can get out there and find who did this to Holly Gribbs. Two sharp woman are better than one..

Sara: Excuse me. Is my evaluation interrupting you?
Grissom: No, I barely heard you.

Sara: Get a picture of the security pad, someone touches it before it's dusted I break their fingers.

Sara: Grissom reinstated you.
Warrick: And you have a problem with that.
Sara: Let me guess. Grissom gets you to dime yourself off and now you both feel better? You're supposed to be in court. Instead, you're placing bets for a cheap thrill to satisfy nothing.
Warrick: Hey! This has nothing to do with you. So are we going to work together...or not?
Sara: I'm already working.

Sara: Guys...If you jump a guy at the exit, he dies at the exit.

Sara: He's been out of work ever since.
Grissom: Sittin' around makin' bombs..

Sara: Hey Grissom! Would you come tape me up?
Grissom: I love my work.
Catherine: It shows.

Sara: Hey. (the alarm continues to ring annoyingly)
Grissom: Could you find that and turn it off, please? (Sara checks the clocks on the table, then finds it and turns it off. The alarm stops ringing. She picks up another clock)
Sara: Find the clock our guy used?
Grissom: (sighs): Not yet.
Sara': This is a good choice. According to the bomb data center which has a record of every component used in any bomb -- from Ted Kaczynski to teenage boys playing with fireworks -- the most recent timing device of choice is made by TimeTell SnoozeWell, $10.99 at any local drugstore. (she hands him the clock)
Grissom: You spoiled all my fun. (Grissom starts to take apart the clock and Warrick walks in)
Warrick': Gris, can I get something clear here?
Grissom: Anything's possible.
Warrick: Catherine gave me this "FP" which was part of the Hansen bomb and I'm supposed to figure out what tool the bomber used to engrave it.
Grissom: You isolate the tool, and then we trace it.
Warrick: Yeah, but he could've used any number of things to initial it. I mean, screwdriver, a drill bit, a box cutter.
Grissom: It's the same as guns-- we eliminate them one at a time.
Warrick: *sigh* So what are you guys up to?
Sara: We're off to blow up some bombs
Warrick: Oh i definitely got the wrong end of this case!
Grissom: [Playing off Shakespeare's Hamlet] Alas, poor Warrick!

Sara: I don't like anything ... I read crime books and I listen to my scanner.

Sara: I hate bees.
Grissom: Just paper wasps. They're having too much fun to worry about us.
Sara: I never get used to this part, you know when the bugs get going.
Grissom: Just doing what god intended, recycling us back to the earth.