Re: Gil <3 Cath #22: PureJoy - What Would He Do W
Dog Eat Dog - ah yes, the downward spiral of Season 6 begins. The only thing that saved this episode is that it was shown on Thanksgiving and the overeating/food gorging became kind of tongue-in-cheek.
* --the EWWWWWW starts--
CATH: This place used to make a hell of a meatloaf sandwich. You ever eat here?
GRISSOM: Not since the chef blew his brains all over the kitchen.
DAVID PHILLIPS: I eat here all the time. I like the chili.
Interesting to note that something actually grosses Gil out!
* --looking for a girl, Nick?--
(reading the bumper sticker on the car.)
NICK: "Bitch on wheels." Can't wait to meet her.
Not your type, Nicky - trust me!
* --she's not all business--
CATH: They're calling poker players athletes these days. Seen the guts on them? Hey, can I get a pineapple cinnamon?
PRETZEL VENDOR: Oh, okay, good choice.
CATH: Thank you.
Seems to be one of the very few times our CSIs indulge in a little personal fun on the side while interviewing someone.
* --Poor Hodges (did I really say that?)--
CATHE: Oh, nice look..... That'll guarantee you the chicks.
HODGES: Silvery material on your vic's face was graftobian theatrical makeup. Moonlight Silver is the color.
(Catherine starts laughing. Grissom walks in.)
HODGES: Okay, look, I can't stand the smell of hot dogs. They make me sick.
And this is the guy (Hodges) that they called "the nose" in a previous episode (smelling for cyanide). Poor guy can't handle the "dogs". *chuckle*
* --you'd need to be drunk, Brass?--
BUFFET MANAGER: Look, he was taking it a little too far.
CATH: Well, he paid, didn't he?
BUFFET MANAGER: Yeah, cash.
CATH: So he still had his wallet. Do you have any surveillance on your register?
BUFFET MANAGER: For the $1.99 buffet? That would be a no.
CATH: And are those the only hot dogs that you serve?
BUFFET MANAGER: Yeah, we're famous for our cocktail wieners. You should try one.
BRASS: I think we need a couple of cocktails first.
Poor Brass. he doesn't know things are about to get worse! He hasn't been to the hot dog eating contest yet!
* --another lesson for Greg--
GREG: I went shopping. Bought every brand of hot dog for sale in Las Vegas.
GRISSOM: Who's paying for it?
GREG: You mean the lab's not going to reimburse me?
GRISSOM: No.
GREG: Well, I couldn't identify the chatter teeth logo, so I figured I could physically match one of these to the one found in the victim's stomach, you know? Maybe comparing that twisty thing at the end.
GRISSOM: Sounds like a good idea, Greg. I'm still not paying for it.
GREG: Fine -- guess I'll just eat hot dogs for the rest of the year.
GRISSOM: "A hot dog at the ballpark tastes better than a steak at the Ritz."
GREG: Well, I can tell when you're quoting something. Who said it?
GRISSOM: Humphrey Bogart.
GREG: Mm.
GRISSOM: Did you know that the term "hot dog" was actually coined at a baseball game?
GRISSOM: New York Polo Grounds, somewhere around 1867. A German butcher was selling what he called "dachshund sausages" out of his pie wagon. He put them on a roll, so that his customers wouldn't burn their fingers. He'd yell out "Get your dachshund sausages, they're red hot!" Soon, all the vendors at the polo grounds were selling them, too. But they were too lazy to say "dachshund sausages," so they just called them "hot dogs."
GREG: Now there's over 50 major brands.
GRISSOM: Good luck. I'm rooting for you.
GREG: Well, hopefully I find a wiener.
Poor Greg - again!
* --She gave him the choice?--
CATH: Well, which one do you want? The guy in the silver face paint or Digger James?
BRASS: I don't know -- slimy stuff is your thing. I don't want to get mustard on my suit. I'll take Digger.
CATH: Do I have a choice?
Now c'mon Cath! You knew which one you DIDN'T want to interview, so why did you leave the choice to Brass?!
* --Doc's pie--
ROBBINS: Just try it.
WARRICK: Thanks.
ROBBINS: You know, it's vegan. Low fat, low sugar, low carb ...
WARRICK: Low taste.
ROBBINS: Catherine, Catherine, come here. I need your opinion on this....Try this.
CATH: No, thank you, I just came from Nel's hot dog eating tournament. I'm really done with food.
ROBBINS: It's good.
WARRICK: I was watching that on cable. Some Japanese guy ate, like, 64 hot dogs in 12 minutes.
CATH: Yeah. He's was the most famous guy in Japan behind Yao Ming.
ROBBINS: Yao Ming is Chinese. Try it.
CATH: They ought to make it an Olympic sport or something..... No, I can't go there. I can't.
WARRICK: You know, if you want to cleanse your taste buds, I suggest you try Doc Robbins' pie. Really.
CATH: Yeah, that's why you're leaving it behind.
It's always fun to see Doc out of the morgue and being more fun. Poor Cath. What happened to her love of hot dogs -eating them with Gil in (what epi was that? to halve & to hold maybe?)
* --classic PureJoy--
CATH: I got an ID on dumpster guy. Brass is tracking down a current address.
GRISSOM: Prader-Willi.
CATH: No, his name was Jerry Gable.
GRISSOM: No, Prader-Willi syndrome. A rare gentic disorder that causes ceaseless, uncontrollable excruciating hunger. It's as if your stomach was truly a bottomless pit.
CATH: That could explain why after consuming twenty-two dogs, he wanted more. Could also explain why he was found in the dumpster. He followed the food.
GRISSOM: Prader-Willi syndrome is characterized by short stature, hypotonia, almond-shaped eyes, and obsessive fingernail biting.
CATH: That kind of fits the victim's description.
GRISSOM: Sufferers are born with a flawed hypothalamus. Normal hypothalamus receives a signal from the stomach -- "I'm full, stop eating." ....But with Prader-Willi syndrome, the signal never reaches the brain.....They're always hungry.
CATH: Like having a full tank of gas, and gauge is stuck on empty.
GRISSOM: Guy's like Jerry are monitored their whole lives. Constant supervision 24 hours a day. You remember the scar tissue we found on his wrist? I think it's possible that our vic spent most of his life in
restraints.
CATH: So either he escaped or ... someone set him free.
GRISSOM: In which case, they'd be responsible for his death.
Classic PureJoy in the sense that Cath was the one who had done the leg-work, Gil was the one looking through science books.
* --Way to go, Nick--
HODGES: I heard your case has gone to the dogs.
NICK: Oh, Hodges, heel. No, better yet, play dead, man
I second that motion!
* --Tough Cat/Sarcastic Brass (what a combination!)--
BRASS: Okay, so who are you?
SUZIE'S BOYFRIEND: I'm Susie's boyfriend.
BRASS: All right, Susie's boyfriend, what's your name?
SUZIE'S BOYFRIEND: Look, I don't have anything else to say.
Brass: Hey, that's my easiest question.
CATH: Hey, you don't want to give us your name, fine, but you better explain why Jerry's not in this chair..... All right, look, I'm going to print this restraint. And when I find your fingerprints all over it, I won't need to ask you again.
SUZIE'S BOYFRIEND: Okay, okay, all right. He escaped. All right? I was supposed to be watching him, and I conked out for a second, and by the time I got up, he was gone from his chair.
BRASS: He escaped? So, what, the guy's Houdini?
SUZIE'S BOYFRIEND: Trust me. He may have been slow, but he was manipulative.
BRASS: Yeah.
* --the hospital--
CATH: Why did you leave your brother with somebody you didn't trust?
SUZIE GABLE: There was no one else. I had to get this surgery today or my insurance wasn't going to cover it.
CATH: Couldn't you have left him with a family member?
SUZIE GABLE: We have no family. Our parents died in a car crash years ago.
CATH: What about some kind of professional help?
SUZIE GABLE: I'm a waitress, Miss. I ... I don't make much. There's a really nice institution in Summerlin, but it costs a $100,000 a year. And the last babysitter I hired, Jerry beat up trying to get to the fridge. I swear to you, I really tried to take care of my brother. I really ... did the best I could.
(Cath shows her the newspaper article)
SUZIE GABLE: Jerry took third place?
CATH: Yeah.
SUZIE GABLE: I bet he had the time of his life.
Awwww. Leave it to Cath to have it end with a smile!
Its just SO cute and the banter between them was hilarious and touching!
