The Naughty Picture Thread: Vegas Style!

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Grissom: Since Hodges likes to kiss butt, it should be easy to get him to do my laundry.

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Grissom: You don't need luminol to find the blood on these clothes.

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Grissom: Who washed my white shirts in the same load as Ecklie's pink thongs?

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Grissom: Get rid of these bandages for me. Some idiot in Miami told me that wearing sunglasses will make keep me indestructible.
 
Oh, those were priceless, desertwind and Dynamo1!
I especially liked the one with Ecklie's thong (although that's an imagine I really don't want to see ever again in my poor brain:eek:) and Horatio's sunglasses.
 
Grissom: Since Hodges likes to kiss butt, it should be easy to get him to do my laundry.

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Grissom: You don't need luminol to find the blood on these clothes.

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Grissom: Who washed my white shirts in the same load as Ecklie's pink thongs?

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Grissom: Get rid of these bandages for me. Some idiot in Miami told me that wearing sunglasses will make keep me indestructible.

The Hodges one:lol: really, he'd probably do that, to score points, and the rest again magnificent:thumbsup:
 
Grissom: This is a baby bigfoot you say? Why are you bringing it to me? I'm an entomologist, not a crpto-zoologist!
 
Catherine: ...and Abra Cadabra, Ecklie disappears!

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Catherine: This diaper must have come off one huuuuuge baby.

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Warrick: Looks like that convention of overweight people is back in town.

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Catherine: Eeeeewwwww. I think I'll leave this for Hodges to process.

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Catherine: I've finally trapped Grissom's pet maggot that escaped earlier.
 
Hodges: Hello, Dominos? This is Conrad Ecklie. Please send 30 pizzas to the CSI building and bill it to the department.

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Grissom: Hodges, you might want to see about getting your eyes checked for glasses if you are having trouble reading that monitor.

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Grissom: The nine of diamonds can go on the ten of clubs.

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Sara: Hodges, so you are the one leaving those heavy breathing messages on my voice mail.

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Hodges: My game was rejected again? Fine, I'll call Mattell and you will lose out on all the profits. Then you can... Hello... Hello...
 
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Grissom: So this is where Horatio was shot. How did she get the whole airport into this little box?

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Petersen: Look out, Fishburne. You're next. Wha ha ha ha ha ha. :devil:

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Petersen: CSI: Oshkosh? Okay, Zuiker, enough spinoffs. I'll show you CSI: Oshkosh.

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Petersen: And the next nomination for revenge for no Emmy goes to...

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TV Guide listing for tonight: William Petersen guest stars on "Land of The Giants." (Note: science fiction series 1968 to 1970. Petersen would have been 15 to 17 at the time.)

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Grissom: Okay, ants. Here is your spotlight. Remember, to get a good score on "Pet Star" you have to look up at the camera. Now, everybody, sing... Who are you, who who, who who...

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Grissom: Eggbert, you are my favorite spider, but it's your bedtime. Now, go to sleep. Lullaby and good night...
 
Brass: Do you really think bugging Ecklie's house will get us anything to blackmail him?

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Brass: I can't hear anything. Are you sure the microphone is working?
Grissom: Microphone? When you said bug the house, I thought...

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Grissom: Don't you just enjoy these old Lone Ranger radio episodes?
Brass: You DO know that television was invented?

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Voice on tape: Good morning, Mr. Grissom. Your mission, should you decide to accept it...

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Grissom: Hailing frequencies open.

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Brass: Who taught this guy to sing? William Hung?

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Guilfoyle: These "Dancing With the CSI Miami Stars" videos are hilarious. Any chance YouTube has any with us?
 
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