- [Nick is looking for a victim's severed head]
- Gil Grissom: Hey Nick!
- Nick Stokes: Yeah?
- Gil Grissom: I think I found a toupee. Our vic may be bald.
- Nick Stokes: Thanks. That will help me distinguish it from the other severed heads I find out here.
- Gil Grissom: [the camera focus is on Grissom] I don't know. Most people want to die in their sleep, I suppose. Never know that it's happening, like a crime scene. Surprise, you're dead.
- [the camera has slowly spins around to reveal Grissom is in a bedroom]
- Gil Grissom: I'd prefer to know in advance that I was going to die. I'd like to be diagnosed with cancer actually, have some time to prepare.
- [Grissom sighs]
- Gil Grissom: Go back to the rain forest one more time, re-read 'Moby Dick.'
- [the camera is now behind Grissom and focus on a room. A female steps out wearing a white silky bathrobe]
- Gil Grissom: Possibly enter an international chess tournament.
- [the female walks towards Grissom and the camera focus stays only on her body]
- Gil Grissom: At least have enough time to say 'goodbye' to the ones that I love.
- [the female sits besides him. It's Sara]
- Sara Sidle: I'm not ready to say 'Goodbye.'
- [Sara smiles at him. The camera focus switches to Grissom who smiles back]
- LVPD Capt. Jim Brass: The thing is, if something happened to me, I don't think Ellie would, uh... care. So, I'm gonna ask you to do me this favor.
- [Brass slides Grissom some documents]
- LVPD Capt. Jim Brass: There's no one I trust more with my life or my death than you.
- Catherine Willows: So that means he died with a smile on his face.
- Dr. Al Robbins: Among other things.
- [both laugh]
- Sara Sidle: Mr. Phillipe, I have a dead man with a nineteen inch waist and no way to identify him, any help, at all, would be appreciated.
- Mr. Phillipe: Do you have a picture?
- Sara Sidle: I have a head shot.
- [shows him a picture of a severed head]
- Bobby Dawson: But, boss, I don't think that's your murder weapon?
- Gil Grissom: And you know this how?
- Bobby Dawson: Uh, here, I'll let Hawkeye show you.
- Gil Grissom: [Grissom looks in the barrel of the gun] What is that?
- Bobby Dawson: Well, Hodges will have to confirm it but I'm pretty certain it's cream of wheat.
- Gil Grissom: So he's a cereal killer.
- Bobby Dawson: Snap, crackle and pop!
- Greg Sanders: [about Brass]
- [to Grissom]
- Greg Sanders: Just between you and me, does he always wear a suit?
- Greg Sanders: Like when you guys go to dinner or the movies or whatever it is when you hang out.
- Greg Sanders: Cause' I got to tell ya. The thought of him in a sweater, it freaks me out
- Gil Grissom: We don't hang out, Greg.
- Greg Sanders: No kidding, I just assumed
- Bobby Dawson: Hodges will have to verify this, but I believe that is Cream of Wheat.
- Gil Grissom: So he's a cereal killer?
- Bobby Dawson: Snap, crackle, pop!
- Dr. Al Robbins: There's evidence of sexual activity in every orifice, including his ears.
- Catherine Willows: You joking?
- Dr. Al Robbins: No. We've got pubic hairs, vaginal secretions.
- Catherine Willows: Maybe he suffocated during oral sex.