Nick: *blinking madly* ooh... ahh... ow! Sara: Nick, what is wrong with you?? Nick: Darn these contact lenses! Dumb eye doctor only wanted to make money- I don't need glasses, and God knows all the ladies out there would hate it if I got glasses! (I happen to disagree, but...)
Nickoking his eye owww Grissom: what are you doing Nick:trying to remove these go damn contact lenses Grissom: would be easy if you werent trying to remove your cornea Nick:My what
Sara: Nick, will you stop trying to cross your eyes and help me with this crime scene?! Nick: But Greg did it, and if I can't Gris is gonna think he's better *sobs in desperation*
(Warrick punches locker) Cath: why did you do that WarrickIn a dumb voice like hunchbach of Notredamn) It wont open, cant remeber numbers *starts to cry* Cathrine:*Backs away nervously*
Sara: Nick! What did i say about doing that in public places! Nick: oh for the love of pete- chill out!