Lady Heather: Say the magic word
Brass: Warrent. *holds it up*
There's another one like this, someone telling Brass no one gets in.
Brass: I have a coupon.
Grissom: I can't put my finger on it
Brass: What can't you put your finger on, besides the clock out button?
Brass:What're you doing after work
Grissom: More work
I love Doc singing Izzy(Iggy?) Delancey's cause of death. "There was blunt force trauma to the back of the head and damage to the occipital bone..."
Greg:All work and no play makes Greg a dull boy
Grissom: All play and no work makes Greg an unemployed boy
Mac: It could happen to you
Danny: Marriage?
Mac: Love.
Danny: Don't scare me like that.
In retrospect, I find that hilarious as a D/L shipper.
"You know what they say, it's a dirty job..."
Lindsay: But the rookie's gotta do it.
(I forget who said the first line there. Zoo York was the ep.)
Stella: Don't you ever sleep?
Mac: What's sleep?
McKeen: What are you doing?
Grissom: Circling evidence
McKeen: Why?
Grissom: Dead flies tell no lies
Greg: I know what this is, it's some kind of CSI initiation!
Blood Lust
Gris: What do you weigh?
Warrick:That's between me and my trainer
Gris: Do I have to get a scale?
Warrick: About 180 and some change,give or take a donut.
Sara: Don't ask, because I'm not telling you
Gris: Lay down on the floor
Warrick: I don't get paid enough to play dead.
Gil Grissom: You showered.
Catherine Willows: Thanks for noticing Gil, you're very observant.
Gil Grissom: [
studying a surveillance tape and inadvertently blocking Cath's view] Can't tell what I'm observing here. What does that look like?
Catherine Willows: A five-foot-eleven workaholic.
Early Rollout
Gil Grissom: [
discussing Catherine's goals when trying to finish her evaluation] You don't have a personal life?
Catherine Willows: Write this down. I haven't had sex in 6 - no, 7 months!
Gil Grissom: How can I help?
[
Catherine looks shocked]
Gil Grissom: You. Advance, I mean.
Let The Seller Beware
[
watching an attractive girl undress in a video]
Nick Stokes: BLAM.
Archie: You can say THAT again.
Nick Stokes: BLAM.
Catherine Willows: Down boys.
Catherine to Grissom: I'd slap you, but you'd probably like it.
Cath: Want to bet the birdy sings in the key of GSR?
Sara: We're off to blow up some bombs.
Warrick: Oh, I definately got the wrong end of this case
Grissom: Alas poor Warrick
Greg: Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer. Swab one down, run it through CODIS, ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall.
Doc: Go on, Mrs. Robbins always starts without me. (a beat) I was talking about dinner.
Suspect: Screw you :censored:
Cath: That's 'scew you, CSI Willows' and I've got a warrant
Nick: Hey, leggo my Greggo!
I think Griss calls him Greggo mockingly just afterward. It might be this line, but IDK
Fill me in
Greg: I was just going to ask Sara to dinner
Gris: On the case, Greggo.
Brass: DB Goodman, you've been bad. You're under arrest. (they like DB for initials I guess)
Play With Fire
Nick Stokes: Who takes a tape recorder with them on vacation?
Captain Jim Brass: Well, I keep one by the bed, in case I dream something useful.
Nick Stokes: Hmmm?
[
looks shocked]
Captain Jim Brass: What? I can't have deep thoughts?
OR=#136cb2]Sara Sidle[/COLOR]: Relax and lie down on your back.
Greg Sanders: You know, this is exactly like a dream I had once, except it wasn't in a garage. And Grissom wasn't watching.
[
pause]
Greg Sanders: That was a different dream.
Getting Off
Greg Sanders: I can't tell you how long they've been there or how often the guy changes his shorts. You know, I knew guys who could go up to four days on one single pair of tighty whities.
Catherine Willows: Thanks for puttin' that picture in my brain.
Big Shots
Greg Sanders: This neighborhood rains lead.
Gil Grissom: Yeah, and we have to process every last drop of it.
Greg Sanders: We're going to make Bobby Dawson's boat payment this month.
Brass:You're under arrest for obstructing justice, tampering with state's evidence, and violating seven articles of scumbag
Living Legend
Captain Jim Brass: Well then, looks like we have a homicide related road-pizza.
Gil Grissom: Yeah... who ordered it?
"Who's a cop?"
Brass and Sophia, in unison: He is!/She is!
Bobby Dawson: Hodges will have to verify this, but I believe that is Cream of Wheat.
Gil Grissom: So he's a cereal killer?
Bobby Dawson: Snap, crackle, pop!
DB: You must be Nick Stokes
Nick: And you must be contaminating the crime scene
I love Cath complaining about getting stuck with "DB Moonbeam"
That leads to Brass's line...not sure if it's the same ep or not. "You got anything, Moonbeam?"
Brass: (after DB starts with the "who killed Cock Robin" verses) Those 'shrooms in your office aren't medicinal, are they?
Cath: "It's raining manjuices?"
Sara: "Hallelujah."
(yes I copied a lot of mine and one of someone else's from the CSI Vegas forum)