Calleigh: Aren't you supposed to be off this case?
Alexx: Joan's got the report. Can't help it if I can read upside-down.

Calleigh: Brody Lassiter, I don't believe it.
Alexx: You're a fan?
Calleigh: I only saw Blitzed three times. It's that whole "bad boy" thing; I guess I like it.

Calleigh: Broken fruit bowl. Looks like there was a fight.
Ryan: Or it could be sex. Haven't you ever pushed aside the dinner plates to get some?
Calleigh: Could you focus on the task at hand, please?

Calleigh: Can you think of anyone who might have especially hated Simon?
IRS Agent Boone: We're tax collectors, everyone hates us.

Calleigh: Do you believe her story?
Horatio: I don't know... I guess that depends on how you like seeing men dress up in your underwear.
Calleigh: Personally, leather chaps, nothing else. [Pauses, looks at Horatio's expression] That was a joke.
Horatio: I know.

Calleigh: Do you know her friend's name?
Fred Rutter: Uhh, Maria, Maria something, they're always jabbering in Spanish.
Calleigh: A woman named Maria in Miami... That narrows it down!

Calleigh: Do you think the parents have any idea that they're paying for their kids to have sex with teachers and buy their grades?
Eric: I don't know, but it makes me realize what an angel I was.

Calleigh: Excuse me, Calleigh Duquesne with the Crime Lab. What's in the bags, Mr. Walsh?
Sean: What else, checks.
Calleigh: No bodies this time?

Calleigh: Find anything?
Horatio: Actually, it's the absence of something that's interesting.

Calleigh: French lace. From the window at the Moreno house. It's also used in high-end toupees. Gives a more natural look to the hair line.
Speed: Lace on a rug?
Calleigh: Mmm-hmm.
Speed: Well, shoot me if it comes to that.

Calleigh: Guy forces a couple on a ride, crashes the car, kills the woman, leaves the money. That doesn't sound like any car-jacking I've ever heard of.
Horatio: Join the club.

Calleigh: He was probably taken unawares during Letterman.
Speed: Top ten ways to get your head blown off!

Calleigh: He's trying to make them believe that there's blood on your hands.
Horatio: [Turning his hands over to reveal a bloodstain from Dresden] Ah, but Calleigh... there is blood on my hands.

Calleigh: Hey, Alexx, I need an unbiased opinion.
Alexx: Ha! Ha! People only say that when they already know the answer and they're shopping for someone to agree with them.
Calleigh: You are very smart.
Alexx: That much I know, honey.

Calleigh: Hey, Coop.
Cooper: Hey, what are you guys doing here?
Calleigh: I think that we would like to ask you the same question.
Eric: Let me see your wallet.
[Cooper hesitates.]
Calleigh: Show him your wallet, Dan.
Cooper: [Takes out his wallet.] I don't know what's going on...
[Eric grabs the wallet and takes a credit card out and looks at it.]
Eric: Your name is not Tim Speedle.
Cooper: Eric. Listen to me, OK? It's not what you think.
Eric: [Angry.] Your name is not Tim Speedle! [Eric throws the wallet and credit card on the table and walks away.]
Calleigh: You know what? I would ask you for an explanation, but I just don't think I'd get one.
Cooper: You know I want to be a CSI. And you guys, you speak so highly of the guy. I just thought I'd check Speedle's locker, see what he's all about. And... saw the credit card and it's... not like he'd miss it.
Calleigh: [Confused.] Why'd you use it?
Cooper: There was two hundred dollars credit on there...
Calleigh: Dan!
Cooper: It was free money.
Calleigh: [Getting angry.] You've charged over twenty-three hundred dollars.
Cooper: I... I know, it... it got out of hand.
Calleigh: It's fraud.
Cooper: It was a mistake, Calleigh, it was a big mistake. It won't happen again.
Calleigh: I know. It's over.
Cooper: What are you saying? The Lab, they gave Ryan another chance.
Calleigh: Ryan broke protocol. You have broken the law!
Cooper: Calleigh... Speedle's dead. I mean... no one got hurt.
Calleigh: [Upset.] You don't think Eric got hurt? You don't think I'm hurt? What about the people that Speedle gave his life for?
[Cooper doesn't respond.]
Calleigh: You have until tomorrow morning to turn yourself in, after that I'm going to put out a warrant for your arrest.
[Calleigh walks away.]