Re: Gil <3 Cath #22: PureJoy - What Would He Do W/O H
Awwww...do we have to go to Big Middle? It was such a downer, coming off a great episode like King Baby that I don't even remember much about it.
* --Great beginning scene--
of which I've mentioned previously - Cath being terretorial about her scene, although I'm actually confused as to why Gil's there. Even though there were a few bugs on the body, we know that Cath has learned quite a bit about bugs from Gil, so there really wasn't much need for him to be there - other than for TMTB to give us some PureJoy. I really think that by this point TMTB were already regretting the split shift and were trying desperately to find ways to have the cases/CSIs interacting with each other again.
* --confused Nicky?--
NICK: I don't get it. Grissom calls me up, I come out here, and I find you. Things were a hell of a lot simpler when we were all on the same shift.
CATH: You saying you don't like me as your boss?
NICK: Whatever.
Awwww....since the divorce, he misses both mom & dad being together.
* --Damn beavers--
CATH: What you got?
NICK: C-note in a Beaver Dam.
CATH: Hang on....(takes picture) Damn. This beaver's doing nice work.
NICK: They should do a commercial for the city....... Las Vegas -- where even the beaver can strike it rich.
* --Poor Greggo--
GREG: Please tell me I finally got a hooker roll.
DET. VARTANN: Sorry. Maybe next time.
* --they all know who's boss--
CATH: I want two people in the room at all times, double counts, every pile. If you don't agree, do it all again.
TECH: I know the drill, boss.
Bossy Cath = *smirk*
* --Vartann? WTF?--
DET. VARTANN: A hogs 'n heifers convention. Hudson wasn't fat. What was he doing here?
GRISSOM: Maybe he used to be.
GREG: Or maybe he was a chubby chaser.
GREG: Hey, some men like curves.
DET. VARTANN: There's curves, and then there's rolls. Look, have tons of fun. I got a murder-suicide to cover.
Vartann - I love ya, but you're an ass in this scene. Someone needs to give him a spanking for those remarks *raises hand* "can I volunteer?"
* --he forgot about 'the wife'?--
GRISSOM: Fine. Regina, um, can I ask you, is this
silk or synthetic?
REGINA OWENS: Oh, that's 100% silk.
GRISSOM: How many sets of these have you sold?
REGINA OWENS: Four pre-orders and another fifteen commissions. I even made a set for myself. Men love purple.
GRISSOM: Do they?
REGINA OWENS: It's Purple Rain. Prince. Sexy. Custom color. You want it for the wife?
GRISSOM: I'm not married.
REGINA OWENS: Girlfriend?
GRISSOM: No.
REGINA OWENS: You want one?
GRISSOM: Yes, I do.....I'd also like, uh, copies of your customer receipts.
Oh wait! That's right...Gil & Cath are currently divorced.
* -- Cath & sweaty guys?--
CATH: Line moves? Got to say, the only thing that sports book means to me is guys without showers.
WARRICK: That's actually true.
CATH: Yeah, I know.
* --Sara to the rescue?--
OFFICER METCALF: Walk softly. Don't cause a stampede.
SARA: I am going to remember that you said that, Metcalf, especially after these ladies sue you and the police for discrimination, you genius. Could you clear the halls for me, please? Come on, guys.
SARA: Hi, there. I'm Sara Sidle; I'm with the Crime Lab. And I would like to apologize for him. That was really out of line.
JILL PAISLEY: They all were, and so are you, unless you've got a good explanation on why we've been hauled down here.
SARA: Well, as you know, this is a homicide investigation. We've recovered evidence consistent with custom-made lingerie that all of you own.
JILL PAISLEY: I'm no lawyer, but that sounds flimsy, even to me.
SARA: We also ran DNA on evidence that we found at the crime scene that proves that two women had sex with the victim prior to his death. I would like to rule you out as suspects, so I'm asking for a voluntary DNA sample.
Wow! Sara playing politics? I like it!
* --what's for dinner?--
WARRICK: Who do you like?
CATH: Uh, Charlotte. My mom grew up in North Carolina.
WARRICK: All right, I'll give you Charlotte plus two.
CATH: What do I get if I win?
WARRICK: How about a fabulous dinner?
CATH: I'll take your action.
WARRICK: All right.
CATH: So, unless we find our murder weapon, the case against Urbana is circumstantial at best.
WARRICK: But he's involved. I feel it. Those sports betting types -- they'll lie to their own kids about a game that hasn't been played yet.
CATH: You were a sports betting guy.
WARRICK: Yeah, and I lied when I was.
This is the great easy-back-and-forth banter that I miss from the great old CSI days.
* --Greg in dreamland--
GREG: You know, this is exactly like a dream I had once, except it wasn't in a garage. And Grissom wasn't watching. That was a different dream.
SARA: How's it feel, Dreamer?
GREG: Like 240 pounds of pure woman.
GRISSOM: How's your breathing?
GREG: Limited.
GRISSOM: Okay, add another forty pounds.
SARA: ready
GRISSOM: Well, the position's consistent with the victim. Face up, right arm is pinned.
SARA: If we could leave the dummy on long enough, we could actually match the blanching.
(Greg squeaks and groans, waving his hands to get their attention.)
GREG: Yeah, guys, help.
GRISSOM: Oh.
Poor Greg!
* --who's his woman?--
GREG: I've finally regained feeling in my spine, thanks for asking.
GRISSOM: A little technical reading, Greg?
GREG: Yeah, I guess I just wanted to see what the big deal is.
GRISSOM: Attraction is subjective. It can't be analyzed.
GREG: Yeah, I consider myself to be pretty open-minded. Find other people's predilections very intriguing. What do you like? What gets your juices flowing?
GRISSOM: Someone who doesn't judge me.
Yeah right! We know how that statement didn't ring true!
