My siggy.
And these:
Bad Beat
*Flack knocks on door*
Random old lady: Are you serious? Do you know what time it is?
Flack: Sorry to bother you, ma'-
Random old lady: You didn't answer my question.
Flack: Do I know what time is it?
*random old lady nods*
Flack: Yes ma'am, it's 3 AM.
Random old lady: You people are crazy. I ought to sue you for harrassment.
*random old lady slams door at Flack's face*
Flack: You have a good night now.
Officer Blue
Stella: Let's pimp this ride.
Down the Rabbit Hole
Stella: You have no game whatsoever.
Mac: Look, I don't need a backseat avatar.
Golden Parachute
Speed: Okay, so we learned the black box is actually orange.
Breathless
Speed: Hey, Megan, did you miss me?
Eric: She actually forgot your name.
Who and What
Grissom: I'll call in some additional AV techs to help Archie get through the footage, but you know, I've learned that sometimes you can go faster by going slow.
Agent Jack Malone: Yeah, well I like to go faster by going fast. Waiting around isn't really my best thing.
Grissom: I've gathered that from your interrogation technique. You know, maybe you should go back to your hotel and take a nap.
Agent Jack Malone:
*looks around*
Is this your office? Really? I mean, by choice? It's not some kind of, uh, surplus overflow issue?
Grissom: What's wrong with my office?
Agent Jack Malone: Oh, I don't know. Uhm...
*Looks at pig in jar*
...why don't you tell me?
*Puts on glasses for a closer look*
Grissom: That's an irradiated fetal pig. I used it to determine the effects of radiation on tissue.
Agent Jack Malone: For what?
Grissom: For fun.