Greg Sanders: For the record, I really like having a penis.
David Hodges: You know, you and me, we're not the marrying kind. The intricacies of our nature can't be understood by just one woman.
Gil Grissom: Would you close the door, please?
[David Hodges shuts the door with himself still in the office.]
Gil Grissom: From the other side.
Nick Stokes: There's a sucker born every minute.
Gil Grissom: Yep, and they all come to Vegas.
[To a room full of dead corpses, after Holly Gribbs was frightended into hysterics.]
Gil Grissom: You assholes!
Grissom: He's a highly functional autistic with superior right brain abilities.
Nick: Sounds kind of like you.
Catherine Willows: I just realized that you and I have a very healthy relationship.
Gil Grissom: We do?
Catherine Willows: Well, when we have a problem, I don't paint Greg Sanders in latex and stick a straw up his nose.
Gil Grissom: Good. He'd probably like it.
Greg Sanders: I'm like a sponge: I just absorb information.
Gil Grissom: I thought that was my line.
Greg Sanders: I know - I absorbed it.
Gil Grissom: Concentrate on what cannot lie - the evidence.
