Sara: You okay?
Grissom: Ninety-five.
Sara: Excuse me?
Normally my pulse is seventy, when it gets up to ninety-five, I realize just how mad I am. I- I have ten people working around the clock on this thing.
Sara': You're too hard on yourself.
Grissom: No, no. I'm not mad at me. There's a body in there and that guy knows where it is!
Sara: So what's your pulse at now? You wanna... take a walk around the block? Get some air.
Grissom: No.
Sara: Clear your head.
Grissom: I'm fine.
Sara: Okay. (touches his cheek, he looks surprised) Chalk... from plaster.
Grissom:(rubs his face): Oh.
Sara: Better go wash up.

Sara: You turned my pickle into a light bulb.
Grissom: I'm electrocuting it.
Sara: You sure are.
Warrick: That would explain that smell.
Grissom: You know this is how I cooked my hot dogs in college.

Sheriff: [about Grissom talking to Brass] What was that about?
Grissom: Ah, we're in a bowling league together.

Sheriff: Actions have consequences, Gil, even yours.

Sheriff: What happened to good old dusting for prints?
Grissom: When your crime scene is 12 stories up I don't want to take any chances.

Warrick: [To Grissom] So you just proved murder.
Greg: I wouldn't break out that champagne just yet. Don't go shooting the messenger. Thumb print from the nail.

Warrick: Black tar heroin. This is the difference between a Cadillac and a Pinto.
Brass: How would you know?
Warrick: It's my job. I count at least six balloons, and that's just in the bedroom. The dealer must have come down the chimney. It's like Christmas in July here. Not that Braun even needed any more drugs.
Brass: Yeah, looks like the guy had a pill for everything. Can you get a print off those balloons?
Warrick: I can get a print off the air.

Warrick: Bobby Dawson's taking odds. 2:1 Grissom's wrong, 5:1 he gets suspended for shutting down the jail house, 10:...
Sara: Fired?

Warrick: Hey Sara what were you in high school?
Sara: Science Nerd.
Nick: You changed, you still smell.

Warrick: Looks like gink work. It's the kind of thing speed freaks do when they've been up for 10 days straight...and they've already taken apart the radio.

Warrick: Robert Harris. Does that name mean anything?
Grissom: Yeah, especially if you bet against me.

Warrick: So were you a jock or a brain?
Grissom: I was a ghost.

Warrick: The job is fine. It's the other stuff -- the personalities.
Grissom: I love mankind, it's people I can't stand.
Warrick: Is that Einstein?
Grissom: Linus.
Warrick: Charlie Brown. Figures.

Warrick: Where you been?
Grissom: I can't be everywhere, Warrick and they've banned human cloning.

Warrick: You want his blood?
Grissom: One pint. To go.