Grissom (Sara has on bee suit): Oh, you know I love it when you dress up.
Sara (laughs): Well, whatever it takes to get time with you.
Grissom: You know, maybe we should get married. (Sara gets stung by a bee which distracts them for a moment) So, uh... What do you think?
Sara (smiles): Yes. Let's do it. (they go to kiss but can't cos they're both wearing bee helmets)
Gil Grissom: In Las Vegas we call them lady-friends (Jack stares at him) Escort. (Jack continues to stare at him) Hooker.
Jack Malone: In New York we just call them ho's.
Jack Malone: Waiting around is not exactly my best thing.
Grissom: I gathered that from your interogation technique. You know maybe you should go back to your hotel. Take a nap.
Jack Malone: Is this your office, really? By choice? It's not some surplus, overflow issue?
Grissom: What's wrong with my office?
Jack Malone: Oh, I don't know, uh, why don't you tell me?
Grissom: That's a radiated fetal pig. I used it to determine the affects of radiation on tissue.
Jack Malone: For what?
Grissom: For fun.
Sara: Hey, Gil I uh sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.
Grissom: No, no. It's fine. Jack Malone, FBI. Sara Sidle, CSI.
Jack Malone: Hi.
Sara: Hello. I hear your abduction case is now a serial murder.
Jack Malone: Yeah.
Sara: Well, uh, I got called into work early, but I did pick up Hank and I took him to the sitter.
Grissom: Thank you. I'll see you when I see you.
Sara: Later.
Jack Malone: Is Hank your kid?
Grissom: Hank's my dog. She walks him for me sometimes.
Jack Malone: Oh yeah, that's how it starts. I have some experience dating in the workplace.
Grissom: Really? And, uh, how'd it work out for ya?
Jack Malone: Undetermined.
Grissom: Sara.
Sara: Hey, you're back.
Grissom: Yeah.
Sara (looks down at her dirty jumpsuit): Uhh, I've been out at a... um I've been at a..
Grissom: ..a garbage dump. (walks towards Sara, halfsmiling)
Sara: Yeah its so obvious isnt it... nice, um (looks at his beard)...you look good. (backs away, smiling)
Grissom: Did you, uh, put the cocoon in my office?
Sara: Cool, dry, not a lot of light, seemed like the right place for it. (keeps backing up)
Grissom: I think your gonna be surprised when it hatches. (halfsmile, still walking toward her)
Sara (smiles): I have no doubt. I'm gonna go clean up now. (starts to turn around)
Grissom: I'll see you later
Sara: Yeah, you will. (flirty look, walks away)
Nick: Sounds like Cody was trying to make sense of his girl leaving him.
Grissom: (Returning the poetry letter to Nick) Yeah well, poetry can help you with that, too.
Hodges: (Talking about cotton fibre) I need something to compare it to.
Catherine: You know how to use scissors? (Pushes them to him) Put your fingers in the holes and squeeze.
Hodges: (Smirks) Yes ma-am.
Hodges: After Hazmat cleans up the scene the coroner does his thing.
David: No sign of sexual trauma.
Wendy: What?
Hodges: I believe he's legally required to check. What the CSI's realize is..
Nick (crying): I can't believe Archie's gone.
Warrick (crying): He was too good for this world.
Wendy: What? They would be very upset.
Hodges: Can we at least stipulate that they heroically contained their bereavement?
Wendy: Yes, I think Archie could live with that. So to speak.
Grissom: Ecklie's been on me to finish the monthly stats. So I need a list of all the lab call outs from dispatch as soon as you can.
Brass: You'll have it by the end of shift tomorrow.
Grissom: Thanks.
Brass: So you've been pulling a lot of doubles this week.
Grissom: Yeah, it's about all I do.
Brass: Have you been in touch with Sara?
Grissom: We've talked a little.
Brass: So, where's she at?
Grissom: San Francisco. Visiting her mother.
Brass: No, I mean that's nice. No, but I meant where's she at emotionally? You know, in respect of the two of you?
Grissom: I can't speak for her.
Brass: So speak for yourself.
Grissom: I can't talk. I'm really busy.
Hodges: You weren't ready. To leave this, the challenges, the puzzles, the job?
Grissom: No.
Hodges: But Sara was?
Grissom: Yes, she was.
Hodges: You can't stand in the way of that. When it's time for someone to move on you just gotta let them go.
Grissom: Let's play the game shall we?
Hodges: Okay.
Catherine: Oh hey! How are you?
Grissom: Why!?
Catherine: I can't ask how your doing?
Grissom: Oh, I'm sorry. I've just had a lot of uh... I've been busy.
Catherine: Oh, well... maybe you should take a few days off. For once in your career. I mean, you've got enough stored up. Go after her.
Grissom: It's not what she wants.
Catherine: What do you want?
Grissom: I want her to be happy
Doc Robbins (David has a huge smile on his face): Oh, get it out of your system.
David: No sign of sexual trauma.
Doc Robbins: Get out now! (David runs)
Hodges: The only thing you need to do is answer two simple questions...
Archie: Whodunnit and how? (flops back 'dead')
Wendy: There was a motorcycle battery in the ventilation duct?
Henry: Wired to the ladder and the evidence box?
Hodges: Precisely. Devilishly clever wouldn't you say?
Henry: No.
Wendy: Well who's the killer Wile E. Coyote?
Jack Malone: Starting to miss the lab?
Grissom: No, I like a good field trip.
Grissom: I've learned that sometimes you can go faster by going slow.
Jack: Yeah, well, I like to go faster by going fast.
(Wendy is playing them the slasher movie she was in)
Henry: That is so cool. I can't believe that you worked for Replusion Pictures.
Wendy: I did it on a whim. I was supposed to be an extra but then they like me, so they gave me this whole featured bit. I got 600 bucks for that. (she notices Hodges who is shaking his head) What? What? I was fresh outta college, I really needed the money.
Ronnie: I don't get it - what's the thrill here? It's always hot babes with huge breasts falling out of their shirts getting hacked up...
Wendy: I don't have huge breasts. (looks down) Mine are kind of, hm, medium.
Hodges: But perfect... (Wendy glares at him) ... ly, adequate. Better, in fact.
Sara (smiles): Okay, I am outta here.
Henry: Okay, let's watch it again.
(Sara is in the locker room, Greg walks in)
Greg: What's up?
Sara: You know in the slasher movies, when they go after the dark haired girl, she always dies?
Greg: Yeah, and the blonde always lives. Well aren't you glad it wasn't a movie?
Sara: I think um.. I think I am sick of having my face shoved in death everyday. The murder rate has gone up every year since I've been here, it's totally out of control, and we're not even slowing them down.
Dickie Jones: Hi, Dickie Jones - and you are?
Catherine: Busy.
Dickie Jones: How about after your shift I take you out for a cup of coffee. I could tell you my whole life story.
Catherine: No thanks.
Dickie Jones: It's just a cup of coffee, doll. I'm not asking you to make love... (Catherine tries to walk away, he follows) Not right away, anyway. You know I could open up new worlds to you. Have you ever had the back of those thighs kissed by a man standing up? (Catherine starts laughing) So you find dwarves funny?
Catherine (still laughing): Sometimes, yeah.
Dickie Jones: Come on what do you say? Is it because of my receding hairline?
Catherine: I don't go out with persons of interest in an ongoing investigation.
Dickie Jones: Well I just think you might be missing out, pooky.
Catherine: Don't call me pooky.
Ronnie: Do you ever wonder why ants don't crawl up the nose and eat the brain? I would, protein.
Sara: Ants are scavengers, they tend to stay on the surface.
Ronnie: Do ants think dead skin tastes better than brains?
Sara: Well, they will go for brains late in decomp.
Ronnie: Do ants have tastebuds?
Sara: Ronnie, I'm gonna have to limit you to twenty questions per case.
Ronnie: Really?
Sara: Nineteen.
Sara: Hey.
Grissom: Hey. Bee frame. Inside I got the queen, the workers, the whole colony.
Sara: You’re looting the crime scene of its bees.
Grissom: I cleared it with animal control. This colony is healthy. I needed to study colony collapse disorder. Bees are dying in record numbers everywhere.
Sara: You know, I did read that if every bee on earth died, the human race will follow four years later.
Grissom: There’s no hard evidence to support that.
Sara: Oh.
Grissom: But the world will end. Someday.
Greg: How have you been?
Sara: I've seen better days. You missin' me yet?
Greg: A little more everyday.
(Grissom and Sara and watching the team go-karting, Nick stops his)
Nick: Hey, do you want to ride?
Sara: Wish I could.
Nick: How about you, Ricky Bobby?
Grissom: No thanks. I like to watch.
Nick: Okay. (smiles, flips his visor on his helmet down and speeds off)
Sara: You should go.
Grissom: Yeah?
Sara: Yeah, you should go.
Grissom (smiles): Okay
Grissom: Blood trail leads up from there, so we follow the blood. (heads up the road)
Greg: He say anything to you about what's happening with Sara?
Nick: No. (they continue to walk up the hill following Grissom, marking the blood on the road) So, did Sara ever say anything to you about her and Grissom?
Greg: Not with so many words.
Nick: So, you knew about the two of them?
Greg: Yeah. (Nick looks shocked)
Grissom: When did you tell Ecklie we got involved?
Sara: Two years ago. Why, what did you tell him?
Grissom: Nine years ago.
Sara (laughs): The Forensic Academy conference.
Grissom: Yeah. You, uh, had too many questions about anthropology for some reason.
Sara: Well, I was stalling. I was trying to get the nerve to ask you to dinner.
Grissom: You had a ponytail.
Sara: I'm gonna move to swing.
Grissom: We talked about this.
Sara: I know that you said you would do it but I don't wanna do that to the team. Besides, I am sure that I could use more daylight in my life. (long pause) We should go.
Grissom: Yeah.
Ecklie: You've been dodging me, it's time to talk. Gil, nobody wants to hear about your love life less than I do, but since you didn't handle this right, I have to take a formal statement. (Grissom stares at him) It should have been a conversation between friends. I mean we could have found someway around this. Catherine could have done Sara's evaluations. Why didn't you just tell me?
Grissom: We didn't want you to know.
Ecklie: Don't most women like the world to know they are dating someone?
Grissom: Where do you get your information about women, Conrad?
Ecklie (pauses): Okay... so when did you two... you know...
Grissom: Nine years ago.
Ecklie: You know what? You two need to get your stories straight.
Ecklie: What's going on here?
Grissom: We're trying to determind if a steel-belted truck tire can decapitate a kid driving a go-kart.
Ecklie: I thought that was an urban myth.
Grissom: Myths, legends, tall tales, they all come from something real.
Nick: If that truck was going 60mph, drafting a truck going the same speed, and that truck blows a tire, sending the projectile into the victim's neck and--
Ecklie: Yeah the combined speed is 120mph, which is about--
Greg: 962 foot pounds of engery.
Grissom: Let's go fellas. (Nick and Greg move over by him, Ecklie is staring at the dummy made out of balestics gel) C'mon Conrad, there's always room for jello.
Ecklie: That's expensive jello.
Greg: I love this. (Grissom shoots the tire at the dummy, it takes it's neck off)
Ecklie: It worked. See if we can't reuse some of that.
Ecklie: Hey, how's the arm?
Sara: Fractured in two places. (Ecklie tries to call Grissom, no answer, so he leaves a message on his phone)
Ecklie: Is it feeling better?
Sara: Yeah.
Ecklie: So, you must know where he is.
Sara: Actually, I don't.
Ecklie: Really? Um... (pauses) Look, I don't wanna play any games here, this is as difficult for me as it is for you. So, let's just get this over with, shall we? Okay, then, this is an adminstrative inquirey. You and your supervisor were in direct violation of lab policies.
Sara: Are.
Ecklie (pauses for a second): Are. In direct violation of lab policies, which states that members of the same forensic team may not engage in a romantic relationship. So, when did you and Supervisor Grissom begin your relationship?
Sara: Well, we've always had a relationship.
Ecklie (pauses, looks uncomfortable): I mean... when did you become intimate?
Sara: Two years ago. I think it was a Sunday.
Grissom (sighs): Where is she, Catherine? It's 110 degrees, she's been out here all day, without water, she's disoriented, she's-- she's dehydrated...
Catherine: She's a survivor