CSI: Miami quotes

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Alexx: A Virt-topsy?
Horatio: Yes, a virtual autopsy is not covered in the injunction.
Alexx: Ha! Any excuse to try something new.

Alexx: All these sheers and no one saw the murder?
Horatio: In a place like this, sex and murder might be indistinguishable.

Alexx: Drunk drivers bend. They don't break...

Alexx: Hello, Maxine. Maxine?
Valera: Oh, Dr. Woods!
Alexx: Hi.
Valera: Hi. Uh, sorry. No one here ever calls me by my first name. Almost forgot I had one.

Alexx: Lots of old injuries, scarring, queloids...
Eric: Childhood abuse?
Alexx: Could be, or could just be part of the "Jackass Generation."

Alexx: So, this is what a pirate looks like?
Horatio: You were expecting an eye patch?
Alexx: Maybe a shoulder parrot.

Alexx: This man didn't fall, someone fell on him.
Yelina: All right, so where's the guy who crushed him?
Alexx: You don't fall three stories to get up and run away.
Horatio: You do if you've got something to hide.

Alexx: We'd have a better chance of finding what isn't broken in this girl. Poor baby, both arms shattered, torso twisted like a corkscrew.

Alexx: What are the odds, huh? 100 people throw golf balls at the site of the death.
Horatio: Those odds are very slim, so the question becomes, was the mob sent to draw us to the crime scene or to destroy it?

Brooks: You'd be surprised about how aware these kids are about their rights.
Horatio: No, I wouldn't.

Calleigh: [After Ryan extracts glass off of her father's jacket.] You didn't tell me there was any broken glass in the car.
Ryan: What I told you was that I wasn't finished.

Calleigh: Actually, we want you to do it.
Tripp: You got a broken arm again?
Ryan: It's, uh, a sticky situation and we need to be above reproach.
Tripp: All right, but I'm gonna warn you, I hunt and I peck, I don't want anyone breathing down my neck.
Calleigh: [Smiling.] All right, we won't even exhale until you're done.

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 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?