Calleigh: Well, when we get close to tool marks and ink processing, I'll call you.
Peter Elliott: If you don't, you'll be hearing from my boss down at the Homeland Security Office.
Calleigh: Well. I've got goosebumps.

Calleigh: What is that? Some kind of lotion?
Speed: Looks like skin moisturizer.
Calleigh: Great! Well that narrows it down to everyone in the state of Florida, plus the tourists.

Calleigh: Why didn't he just sand the number all the way down?
Speed: I dunno, maybe it's a guy thing.
Calleigh: What, they'll add-on or cover up but they won't mess with the chassis?
Speed: You know what, you're scaring me.

Calleigh: Why would Ana Garcia willingly give us the murder weapon?.
Eric: Either she doesn't know or she's a great actress. She claimed she was just making the bed.
Calleigh: Well, I guess now she's going to have to lay in it.

Calleigh: Yeah, but you know, I was thinking. If he hadn't have stolen from the mob, then he never would have become a beach bum in Florida, and then he never would have got picked up by the hurricane. Then if he hadn't got picked up by the hurricane, he would have never hit Burton's car, and if it wasn't for hitting Burton's car, Burton would have gotten away with murder.
Eric: [smiling] Leave it to you, Calleigh, to find something good to come out of a hurricane.
Calleigh: [smiling] They do alleviate global warming.
Speed: [to Eric] She's way too cheerful.

Calleigh: Yeah, I'm good, I'm good. You look different. Must be the eyeliner.
Ryan: I wear makeup now. You must think it's pretty, uh, pretty silly.
Calleigh: No, that wasn't the adjective I was looking for.

Calleigh: You know, it's bad enough when you're in that awkward stage between boy and cold-blooded killer, but it's even worse when Grandma's kiss links you to the scene!

Calleigh: You know, the truth was there the whole time, if you had bothered to investigate...
Stetler: You don't know my job.
Calleigh: Lucky for you, I know mine.

Calleigh: You know, your knowledge of the fashion world it's--it's impressive. Do you have something you want to tell me?
Tripp: What? My ex-wife's favorite designer, she put me in hock with that stuff.
Calleigh: Okay, if that's your story.

Calleigh: You see, I don't think this place is so scary in the daytime, do you?
Ryan: What? Nah, come on, I wasn't scared.
Calleigh: You know I listened to the entire tape, don't you, Ryan?
Ryan: So, there was an accomplice here?
Calleigh: [Laughing.] Way to change the subject.

Calleigh: You're crazy, you know that?
Ryan: What? For taking the initiative?
Calleigh: You could have been gator bait on your first day.
Ryan: I sacrificed my lunch, please, just...remember that.

Cardinal Benedetti: I told you when you came to me those many years ago, with blood on your hands, that it's not about the life you took, but the lives you make different in the here and now. That's what God is judging you on.
Horatio: I know what my penance is!
Cardinal Benedetti: So why are you here?
Horatio: I need you to tell me.
Cardinal Benedetti: When you've done enough, Horatio, you'll know.

Carrie Delgado: Tim! Tell me you're kidding. Fifty blood stains?
Speed: Sorry. The next time, I'll ask the victim to die in one spot.

Cassandra Gray: [with Horatio in holding cell] Who are they?
Horatio: U.S. Marshals. They are going to help you disappear.
Cassandra Gray: U.S. Marshals? They said they'd never give up.
Horatio: Neither do I!

Claudia: I love him, I'd die for him.
Horatio: Yes, but...would you kill for him?