- David Hodges: [sucking up to Grissom] Hey, boss. Just analyzed the evidence found on your vic's rent-a-car!
- Gil Grissom: You should be telling Nick or Sara.
- David Hodges: [brushes it aside] Yeah, couldn't find them. They must be on another break. Anyway, the blister pack is methadone. 40 milligrams, former smack addict dose. And that ceramic chip? Not ceramic. It's acrylic with a quartz resin composite used primarily in dental crowns. Cheap ones.
- Gil Grissom: Good work.
- David Hodges: Yeah, thank you. Listen, I'd like to think that you and I...
- Gil Grissom: [cutting him off] Now go tell Nick or Sara.
- Sara Sidle: Do you want to have dinner with me?
- Gil Grissom: No.
- Sara Sidle: Come on, let's go to dinner... let's see what happens.
- Gil Grissom: Sara... I... don't know what to do about this.
- Sara Sidle: I do. And when you finally figure it out, it might be too late.
- Nick Stokes: [to a suspect with a cut on his forehead] Did you cut yourself shaving or were you just thinking too hard?
- 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?