- Paul Newsome, District Engineer: Look, lady...
- Catherine Willows: Catherine.
- Paul Newsome, District Engineer: Sorry.
- Catherine Willows: Don't say "Sorry". Just know who you're talking to.
- Nick Stokes: Hey, Greg
- Greg Sanders: [looking through the microscope] Shh! I might be looking at the mother of my children here.
- Nick Stokes: Somebody's been putting in way too much overtime.
- Greg Sanders: No, man, this is serious. I had a date last night and this girl has the most impossible green eyes. Just... BAM! Shoulder-length blonde hair, intelligent, and she smells so good.
- Nick Stokes: Cute toes?
- Greg Sanders: Oh, ideal!
- Nick Stokes: Mmm.
- Greg Sanders: And none are longer than the big toe.
- Nick Stokes: Mmm.
- Greg Sanders: Both feet. But, you know, what I need to know is what's on the inside?
- Nick Stokes: Oh, what's in her heart?
- Greg Sanders: No... her DNA. And let me tell you, this girl has got some fine epithelials.
- Nick Stokes: [laughing] Dude, you're sick. Man, you've officially lost it!
- Greg Sanders: No, no. There is this guy in Louisville. He charges 300 clams to test your spouse's underwear for foreign DNA. Now, that guy is sick. I'm just a romantic.
- Nick Stokes: But whatever happened to getting to know someone over coffee, letting the relationship evolve? Romantic is sending flowers, not bogarting her skin cells.
- Greg Sanders: Ahh, that's boring.
- Captain Jim Brass: I still can't believe you messed up the crime scene.
- Gil Grissom: Her body fell out when I opened the door. It happens. We move on.
- Captain Jim Brass: Uh-huh. It's gonna bother you all day.