Calleigh: Are you tied up?
Eric: Very cute.

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: I heard about our shark girl. Is this her?
Alexx: Shot, then eaten. That's a bad day in anyone's book, honey.

Calleigh: People might play nicer with a fender bender if they knew 3 out 10 people stash a gun in their car.
Alexx: Is that true?
Calleigh: Yeah.
Alexx: Then I'll think a little harder next time before I flip someone the bird.

Calleigh: She was pretty.
Speed: Pretty girl with an ugly job.

Calleigh: So I guess the kidnapper was driving a red sports car. It's not exactly subtle...
Speed: Neither is murder.

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: 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.

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.

Clavo Cruz: You're not gonna catch me floating around in international waters, Caine!
Horatio: But you know what? I'm gonna catch you doing something...
Clavo Cruz: You're threatening me, Caine?
Horatio: That's not a threat. That's a guarantee!

Delko: Got a category-2 hurricane and we get sent out to a traffic incident. What's up with Dispatch?
Speed: They're slammed with thousands of calls, so we take them one at a time till order's been restored.
Delko: I'd hate to see what a category-4 looks like.
Speed: So would Dispatch.

Doctor: You've never made a mistake, Lieutenant?
Horatio: Not one I was forced to bury.

Eric Delko CART scrutineers hand out the pop-up valves...
Tim Speedle [cutting him off] What'd you say?
Eric Delko Scrutineers. That's what CART calls their tech inspectors.
Tim Speedle Well, they might, you shouldn't.

Eric (To Speed, holding a dead rat): Hey! Check this out. How did that get from your apartment to there is what I want to know...
Speed: Yeah, that's funny.