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Hawkes: Ooh... just a little more powder, and no one will ever know he was shot! Stella: Hawkes, I thought you wanted to be a CSI, not a mortician. Besides, you're not supposed to-- what in God's name is that crawling out of his ear?! *screams*

Stella: Are ya comin' or not, Flack?! Flack: To the town dump? What, Stella, have you lost your mind??

Grissom: Um... no. Random Guy: Are you sure? Grissom: Yes. No. R.G.: Oh, come on. Grissom: Sir, please leave before I call security. And once again, NO!!

Hah... those are really funny, Dynamo1! I love them!

Danny (in a very condescending, I-know-more-than-you tone): Well, you see, it's like this... the yada yada is blah, but if it's blah-er, then its yada blah yada... (continues droning on and on in the background) Guy on the other end (thinking): I don't suppose it registers in his puny mind...

Mac : You do realize that you sound like a total idiot, right?

Mac: That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Of course you can't hide "treasures" around the lab!

Hawkes: Oh, if only we had a higher-tech x-ray machine... there's something there, but I can't tell what it is. It's round and it looks rather ergonomically correct. Whoa, hold on, is that...? Stella: Yeah, Hawkes... Danny did swallow your scalpel. (thinking) I wonder how it tasted??