Any and every moment with Hodges is great but my favorites are...
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HODGES:  The green powder on your vic's dress is open-celled phenolic foam, 
holds more than forty times its weight in water.  Reminds me of this girl I knew 
in college--
GRISSOM:  (interrupts)  I don't need to hear about that.
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(Catherine walks through the hallway and into Trace.  She puts a cup on the 
table.)  
HODGES:  Oh, thank you, but there's no drinking or eating allowed in the lab.
CATHERINE:  It's a urine sample.
HODGES:  My bad.
CATHERINE:  Get it to Tox.  And ... (She gives Hodges the tampon.)  Check this 
for spermicide.  Call me with the results.
(Hodges looks at the tampon.)  
HODGES:  Did you run out of proper swabs?
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(Hodges cuts the oven mitt open for Warrick.)  
HODGES:  I perfected my butterfly technique on chicken breasts.  I sauté them in 
a chardonnay reduction with herbes de provence.  Drives women wild.  (beat)  
Well, mom.  Now say the magic words. 
WARRICK:  "Shut up, Hodges"?
HODGES:  No. "Open sesame."
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GREG:  Hey, got some gasoline samples for you.
HODGES:  Thanks, Greg. It's gonna take a little while to fill my tank.  Why 
don't I get you a funnel?
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HODGES:  I almost keyed a car once.
NICK:  You what?
HODGES:  I know, but, in the end, I couldn't go through with it.  So I peed on 
the door handles instead.
NICK:  So they'd freeze up and can't get them open?
HODGES:  No.  It was San Diego.
NICK:  Over a girl?
HODGES:  Over a "B."  Professor gave me one on my term paper.  I felt I deserved 
an "A".
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HODGES:  Know what makes human bones glow in the dark?
GREG:  Love?
HODGES:  Tetracycline.
(Greg is reaching under the car seat and pulls out a revolver.  He looks at it.  
Hodges looks over his shoulder.)  
GREG:  You want to help me with a little experiment?
HODGES:  Sure.
(Hodges goes to the counter to put on a pair of gloves.  Greg gets out and goes 
to the front of the car.)  
GREG:  Grab that evidence bag?
(Hodges walks over to Greg.)  
GREG:  Okay, let me see that.
(Hodges takes the hood ornament out of the bag and gives it to Greg.  Greg gives 
Hodges the hood ornament he’s carrying.)  
GREG:  Take this.
(Greg tries the hood ornament on the hood.  It doesn’t match.)  
GREG:  No go.  
(He swaps ornaments with Hodges and tries it on the hood.  Hodges watches 
intently.  It matches.)  
GREG:  Okay.  Looks like a match to me.
HODGES:  This is your experiment?
GREG:  Actually, it is.  Thanks.
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(Grissom opens the present and finds a WILLIAMS sweatshirt inside.  Hodges 
stands in front of the  desk and grins as Grissom takes the sweatshirt out of 
the box.)  
GRISSOM: How did you know about this?
HODGES:  I saw an approved leave of absence form on Ecklie's desk.  Don't worry, 
I didn't say anything to anyone else.  Did you think that you were going to 
teach at my alma mater in the dead of winter without warm clothes?
GRISSOM:  I thought you went to college in San Diego.
HODGES:  Graduate school.  Undergraduate was all about the Bay State.  Crazy 
times, my friend, crazy times.  Those Hampshire girls down in Amherst?  Insane.
GRISSOM:  Thank you.
HODGES:  You're welcome.
(Grissom sets the sweatshirt and box to the side.  Hodges sits down in the 
chair.)
HODGES:  What are you teaching?
GRISSOM:  The seasonal fluctuations in observed behaviors of the Walden Pond 
swamp mosquito.
HODGES:  Excellent.  Yeah, I don't know what college was like for you, but for 
me it was a new beginning, a chance to reinvent myself.  For the first time in 
my life, I felt like I fit in.  Not like now.  I mean ... you and I are close, 
but sometimes I just don't think the others get me.
(Catherine knocks on the door.)  
CATHERINE:  You got a second?
HODGES:  He's kind of busy.
(Grissom and Catherine both look at Hodges.  Hodges gets to his feet.)  
HODGES:  Oh.  When you get a chance, hit the Purple Pint.  Ask for Cookie.  Tell 
her Davey Hodges sent you.  Drinks'll be on the house.  
GRISSOM:  Crazy times.
HODGES:  Yeah.
(Hodges leaves the office.) 
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HODGES:  (o.s.)  You rang?
(Hodges walks into the lab.)  
NICK:  Yeah, I think I need a hand here, Hodges.
HODGES:  Well, what is this?
NICK:  It's from an '89 Jane Doe.  I'm looking for anything that will help us 
out.
HODGES:  Those look like rat droppings.
NICK:  That's because they are rat droppings, man.
HODGES:  Are you familiar with the hantavirus?  Carried by rodents, transmitted 
to humans when they inhale vapors from contaminated urine, saliva or feces.  
That crap will kill you.
NICK:  (interrupts)  Hodges ... glove up.
(Hodges sticks his gloved hands in the mess.)
HODGES:  If I start leaking blood from my eyeballs, I'm blaming you.
There's tons more that I can think of.