| • Quotes from Season 1 • |
Catherine: Sara Sidle?
Warrick: Who's that?
Grissom: She's a CSI out of San Francisco. She's a friend of mine; someone I trust. She's going to handle our internal Investigation and I want to keep this in-house. I don't want I.A. involved. (Nick nods and Catherine shakes her head)
Catherine: Great, that's just what we need: somebody sniffing around.
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Sara: You want one?
(Sara holds out the soda can)
Catherine: Is there anything in there with alcohol?
Sara: Root beer.
Catherine: No.
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(about a hit and run case)
Catherine: All we got is some paint that's going to match about twenty million other vehicles.
Warrick: Yeah.
Catherine: Bastard.
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Catherine: When Eddie was cheating on me I sure wish somebody would have said something.
Grissom: You mean me.
Catherine: Who else?
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Catherine: New pet?
Grissom: The African Red Baboon Tarantula---the most feared of all arachnids. But basically harmless.
Catherine: Yeah, well just keep the lid on it, okay?
Grissom: I think you scared him. All his hairs are standing up.
Catherine: If you're through amusing yourself I have some news on the boat.
Grissom: Was it at the Marina?
Catherine: What do you think?
Grissom: My spider sense says it wasn't.
Catherine: Right. We need to find the boat.
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Grissom: Good. But let me do all the talking to the husband and the boyfriend.
Catherine: He had to say it.
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Catherine: Hey, you want to give us our assignments or do you want us to take...the night off?
Grissom (irritated): Paperwork, paper clips, paper-punchers--all these people want me to do is push paper; nobody wants me to solve crimes.
Catherine: Hey, ...you could've turned the job down.
Grissom: Yeah, the grass is always greener, Catherine.
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Greg: So, the French Palace, huh?
Catherine: Yup.
Greg: You know, my friends and I used to go there. Payday Fridays.
Catherine: Uh-huh.
Greg: Maybe I saw you perform?
Catherine (sighs): Oh, I doubt it.
Greg: Why?
Catherine: You would've remembered.
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Catherine: What do you got for me? I could use a rush.
Grissom: Well, this qualifies: 4-26. But I can't give you the case.
Catherine: Because?
Grissom: Conflict of interest. The alleged rape victim is an exotic dancer.
Catherine: And because I used to be one, I'll be biased?
Grissom: No. The suspect's your ex-husband. He's asking for you, but you can't take it.
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Brass: The guy probably spilled Lou's drink.
Catherine (Impressed he was right): Very good.
Brass: I was boss at CSI once. For a reason.
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Grissom: ...I need their shoes.
Catherine: Why you telling me?
Grissom: Because you're the "people" person, right?
Catherine: Well, why don't you tell them that? They're not giving me bupkus.
Grissom: Please?
(Catherine looks up at Grissom and stares at his puppy-dog eyes as he gives her the look. She gives in and gets up off of the empty office chair. She passes him on her way out the door and hands him her bag of snacks)
Catherine: Okay, people. Listen up. Shoes...off.
(Catherine walks up to the group and looks around. Not one of them moves)
Catherine: Now.
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Catherine: Who? Why? Will he do it again? Only time will tell.
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Catherine: So, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Grissom: How amazing the universe is. Everything made from the same carbon, stars to trees, trucks to human bones.
Catherine: Uh, no, I was thinking that we have about 100 bone fragments. We could ID this body before the end of the shift.
Grissom: Hmm.
Catherine: Stars and trucks?
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Catherine (Alarmed): What are you doing?
Grissom: Bones are porous. They stick to the tongue (puts piece in mouth again) and this doesn't stick. It's a piece of rock.
Catherine: I-I hope you had your hepatitis B shot. Did you?
Grissom: Could be a piece of wrist bone.
Catherine: Well, do you want to suck on it...to be sure?
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(Greg is wearing a showgirl's headdress and dancing)
Catherine: You want to take that thing off your head, Greg? It's evidence.
Greg: Cool your jets, Cath. I already got all the evidence out of it. Now, it's all woman. Did you ever wear one of these when you were dancing?
Catherine: I wore nothing but skin.
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| Catherine: A guy cheats, but the wife commits murder. How come moms always end up the bad guy with you Freud types?
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Grissom: I'm on a case.
Catherine: Mm-hmm. Is that why you forgot about the conference?
Grissom: The what?
Catherine: You missed the deadline. No Chicago for me.
Grissom: Oh, Catherine ...
Catherine: This is the one meeting I needed to attend. I don't always want to be second banana. I can probably do your job. I know that I can do Ecklie's.
Grissom: I forgot. I'm so sorry.
Catherine: Make sure to submit the paperwork by the end of the day.
Grissom: I thought you said that it was too late.
Catherine: Well, I knew you'd forget so I upped the deadline.. gave you a buffer. Don't forget again.
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Grissom: Do you think a woman could've done this?
Catherine: I could.
(Grissom glances at her, then back to the head)
Grissom: Scared of you.
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Doc Robbins: Uh, voice sound familiar?
Catherine: Kind of sounds like the daytime coroner.
Grissom: Gary Telgenhoff?
Doc Robbins: Yep. A songwriter in his off-time. What do you think?
Catherine: It sucks.
Doc Robbins: Hmm.
Catherine: Hey, I just filed for divorce. I'm feeling a little confident.
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