Sara (at a garbage dump): You know the average Nevadan generates three times more waste than the average American?
Nick: Yeah, well that's tourist trash.
Sara: Thirteen million pounds per day. I went to the recycling forum in March.
Catherine: The landfill manager says this is the active cell. Spotter says cell lift moves forward 20 feet a day. That puts the active cell right ... pretty much in front of us.
Nick: Man! You find the best evidence in the nastiest places.
Catherine: You are what you throw away.
Sara: It's like peeling an onion in peoples' lives.
Catherine: Well, this onion is our time line so peel back accordingly.

Sara: Cans are on private property, it's not trash day, how did you get consent?
Catherine: I talked to the president of the owner's association.
Nick: What'd you threaten her with?
Catherine: A return visit.

Sara: Diane Lambart lived two hours away. If she drove into Vegas with the intention of using it as a murder weapon. I'd imagine she'd be pretty stressed.
Dr. Robbins: Kamikaze Grandma.

Sara: Is this some kind of convention?
Grissom: Little People Convention. Every year they come from all over the world to a designated city. Socialize, network. It's their Prom, Olympics, and New Year's Eve all rolled into one. (As they walk, a man in a wheelchair nearly runs into Nick)
Nick: Oh, hey. Excuse me.
Man: Don't think so, square jaw. (Grissom and Sara continue along the ballroom unaware of Nick's close encounter)
Sara: Grissom, how do you know this?
Grissom: I get the newsletter.

Sara: She's a virgin?! So what are we talking here immaculate conception?
Catherine: More like the immaculate perception. Pseudocyesis: imagined pregnancy.
Sara: It's all in her head? Well, that would explain what she was doing in Dad's bed.
Catherine: Fantasizing.

Sara: There was another guy in that room. That's, that's great. The defense has us moving so fast we can't make sense of our own evidence.
Grissom: That's what they want.

Sara: What do you think caused these marks?
Hodges: Give me more time. I'm not a miracle worker.
Sara: Well, that's obvious, Hodges. If you were a miracle worker, you wouldn't be rude.
Hodges: I wasn't being rude. I was being curt. Rude would be, "When I know, you'll know." Friends?
Sara: No.

Sara: You got a minute?
Grissom: I was just leaving.
Sara: Yeah, the schedule says you're off tonight.
Grissom: I am.
Sara: Me too.
Grissom: You should be on paid leave.
Sara: I'm fine.
Grissom: You were fortunate and I'm not talking about the explosion.
Sara: You, uh, you talked to Brass.
Grissom: And Nick.
Sara: We got the guy.
Grissom: Is that all you have to say?
Sara: Would you like to have dinner with me?
Grissom: No.
Sara: Why not? Let's... let's have dinner... let's see what happens.
Grissom: Sara... I don't know what to do about this.
Sara: I do... you know by the time you figure it out, it really could be too late.

Sara: You know you pulled me away from a forensic anthropology seminar, right? It's required. It's part of the continuing education program.
Grissom: Well, I'm sorry, but everyone seems to have something to do today. I have a teenager who was run over by a taxi. He wasn't hit by it; that's not what killed him. He was stabbed, fatally. For now, I have no ID, no suspects and no primary crime scene. I need you.

Thug: [After Brass is questioning them for beating a taxi driver who was supposedly fleeing a crime scene] If we were wearing badges, you guys would be giving us medals.
Brass: If you guys are wearing badges, I'm playing left wing in the NHL.

Tom Haviland: I get one phone call, right?
Grissom: Sure. Just like in the movies.

Warrick [to Grissom]: You don't recognize that guy, do you? It's Tom Haviland, movie star.
Grissom: Clark Gable was a movie star.

Warrick: Cath? You all right? Don't let him get to you like that.
Catherine: I was scared...and I still am. [Warrick puts his arms around Catherine] Don't tell anyone, okay?

Warrick: Damn! Why didn't I see that coming? Gambling?
Nick: Hey, we're all in Nevada. It's legal; don't worry about it.
Warrick: Legal doesn't matter in there. You know the judge is going to throw out our blood evidence, right?
Nick: Truth is, it is compromised, Warrick.
Warrick: The blood is fine. It's their methods that are dirty.

Warrick: Hey, I hear David's resurrecting the dead now.
Grissom (chuckles): Yeah, our little miracle worker.