Robbins: It reminded me of that scene of Jaws when Dreyfuss cuts open the sharks stomach and all kinds of stuff came out.
Grissom: You found a license plate?
Robbins (shares stomach findings with Grissom): Highlights include band-aids, wood chips, hair and half a snapshot.
Grissom: Pica?
Robbins: Boo?
Grissom: Pica is a compulsion to eat non-nutritive food items. It's from the Latin word for magpie, a bird with a large and indiscriminate appetite.

Robbins: Piano wires. They're used to mobilize the lower part of the abdominal skin and anchor the neo-vagina, so it can heal in place.
Catherine: I can only imagine those cramps.
Robbins: The surgeon stuffs the portal with a cylinder wrapped in gauze to hold its shape while it heals, and sutures it.
Catherine: And how long does milady have to wear a wire?
Robbins: Well, after five days, the vagina is un-sutured, and the wires are removed.

Sara (about the exploding toilet): Well, there's got to be some logical explanation.
Greg: Well, if dorm food is as bad as I can remember, we should consider explosive diarrhea.

Sara: [To herself in the mirror] So I had some time to think while I was away, enough time to figure out why I made such a stupid mistake, I...I do not have a drinking problem, I have a, uh...me problem. My PEAP counselor suggested it would be a good idea for me to talk to my supervisor and that's you, Grissom, so... I never told you about my family, I never told anyone about my family, why would I?...

Sara: I don't have a death wish and I'm not a drunk. In case you were worried.
Grissom: I'm not worried. I'm concerned.
Sara: Isn't that kind of the same thing?

Sara: I don't have a death wish and I'm not a drunk. In case you were worried.
Grissom: I'm not worried. I'm concerned.
Sara: Isn't that kind of the same thing?

Sara: I heard you finally lost your virginity. (Greg gives her a look and Sara smiles) First autopsy, how was it?
Greg: It was fine. How was your first time? How'd you react?
Sara: I puked.
Greg: I didn't puke.
Sara: Way to go, tough guy.

Sara: Music, alcohol, candles. Kid was a regular Romeo.
Grissom: For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Greg: Condom wrapper. (Sara looks at him)
Grissom: So much for safe sex.

Sara: This counts as field work, you know.
Greg: Oh, I'm smiling on the inside.
Sara: Dirty laundry or garbage? (before Greg can answer) You know what? You take garbage.
Greg: Thanks.

Sara: When my father died, my mother came to a place like this for a while for evaluation. It looked the same, it smelled the same. It smelled like lies.
Grissom: You sure you're okay?
Sara: Crazy people do make me feel crazy.
Grissom: If you want, I can have somebody take your place.
Sara: I appreciate that. I do, I really do, but ... I kind of made a decision to move beyond that and... I really want to finish this case.
Joanne McKay: We have rules for a reason. You people come in here disrupting things. You're unsafe. This is your fault.
Grissom: Really?

Sara: [sees two pill bottles] Daniel Perez is taking oxycodone for pain, and Alicia was on diazepam.
Warrick: Diazepam? That's a pretty hard-core antidepressant for a kid that small.
Sara: I guess they didn't want her complaining while they were mining her body for healthy cells.

Sherlock Holmes Man: So you actually think this is something other than suicide?
Brass: You know, I think you gotta drop the accent!
Sherlock Holmes Man: I can't! I'm English!
Brass: Oh!

Sofia: What's the problem?
Greg: Nothing. I'm fine.
Sofia: You're not.
Greg: I feel like a wuss. Grissom told me I should take a break, and I did.
Sofia: Your burn victim.
Greg: [nods] How do you get an image like that out of your mind?
Sofia: You go home. You, uh... hug your cat, your dog, your pillow. You have a beer, you watch a movie, and then you come back tomorrow.
Greg: Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Sofia: Rumor has it you used to be a pretty funny guy. Don't lose that.

Store Clerk: [to Brass as he carries a box of drinks] Look, dude, I didn't see it.[puts the box down on the side] Chica had a nice, round ass and that's what I was scoping.
Brass: What time was that?
Store Clerk: About 3:00. She comes in, grabs some candy, looks outside, waves at somebody. The next thing I know, she flips her wig. She's screaming about her sister. I didn't see the girl or a car. Besides, there's a lot of traffic out there.
Brass: Was it busy?
Store Clerk: Kind of.
Brass: How many surveillance cameras do you have in here?
Store Clerk: Inside we got five. They're all state-of-the-art. Place gets hit a lot. Outside they're all dummies.
Brass: Well, I'm glad to see you're so concerned about your customers after they leave the store.

Sybil Perez: [to Catherine about Alicia] You have no idea what it's like.
Catherine: I saw her medical records. I looked at her x-rays. I know what that little girl suffered, what you put her through.
Sybil Perez: So you would let your child die and do nothing. Never. No, you'd talk to doctors and research. And then you'd find out that the National Bone Marrow Registry can't help you 'cause your son is mixed race. And even if he wasn't, there aren't enough donors. Out of four million, only 205,000 are Latino. I did what I had to do.
Catherine: You put one child over another.
Sybil Perez: [scoffs] I don't expect you to understand. You don't have kids.
Catherine: Uh, I have a daughter.
Sybil Perez: So, what kind of mother are you? When do you see her? You work nights. You probably don't even know where she half the time. Alicia's life may not have been simple, but at least I knew her. Can you say the same?