- Jeremiah: [to Nick and Warrick] Y'all think you're all cops? Y'all ain't cops.
- Nick Stokes: [takes his gun out and points it at Jeremiah] That's right. We're not cops. We're mad scientists.
- Jessie "Dollar" Cleveland: [When Nick and Brass find Dollar gagged and locked inside of a trunk in the back of his car] Where we at, man?
- Jim Brass: You're outside your hotel, sir.
- Nick Stokes: Don't worry, we're gonna get you out of there and get you medical attention.
- Jessie "Dollar" Cleveland: Man, is you crazy? Look what I got on. I got all these people around here, the press. Man, let me know when we get to the hospital, man.
- [grabs the trunk cover and closes it over himself]
- Jim Brass: [shrugs] He's got a point.
- Gil Grissom: [to Nick, looking at a dead body at the top of a palm tree] Want to get high?
- Nick Stokes: Do I have to?
- [Warrick has concluded that the shooter was moving fast while firing]
- Dr. Al Robbins: Drive by?
- Warrick Brown: With a hit-and-run chaser.
- Nick Stokes: [shows Greg a picture of a male rap singer in a bikini] I'm gussing this is not his next album cover.
- Greg Sanders: I hope not.
- Warrick Brown: [to Jeremiah] Son, you trying to win the wet tee shirt contest? My partner here's a great shot.
- Jeremiah: [to Brass] I'm telling you, man, I'm ready to file a complaint right now. And that not-a-cop better be lucky I ain't suing his ass.
- Gil Grissom: [while looking at the blood stained staple gun] If this is a gang war, these kids were outgunned.
- Nick Stokes: [while searching the body hanging from the tree] Either these kids were travelling light or they were robbed blind.
- Warrick Brown: Who'd rob them up there, Andre the Giant?
- Troy Thompson: If you're trying to stick me with some kind of child porno thing or something sick like that, I'm not your guy. I do mainly concerts and conventions and have for the past twenty years. I'm cheap, fast, and open 24/7.
- Jim Brass: Just like my ex-wife.
- Sara Sidle: Griss, we are not having any luck identifying the three teenagers from CC Drive. It's been two days, no one's come forward. Without an ID, it's like they never even existed.
- Gil Grissom: We need to get their faces out in the public: newspapers, billboards.
- [Sara hands the photos of the victims to Grissom]
- Gil Grissom: Yeah. I'm pretty good at mouth-to-mouth.
- [walks away, leaving Sara looking puzzled]
- Nick Stokes: [to Drops] What's the deal with these street teams. What's going on?
- Drops: They do all the filthy, dirty, grimy promo for Dollar. Snipe posters, give-away stickers, pass CDs around. Nothing really.
- Nick Stokes: You know, three kids were murdered the other night doing the exact same thing.
- Drops: What can I say, man? These kids run the streets, bro. Anybody at any given time can run up on them and try and lullaby their ass.