Father Powell: You don't believe?
Gil Grissom: In religion. I believe in God, in science, in Sunday supper. I don't believe in rules that tell me how I should live.
Father Powell: Even if they're handed down by God?
Gil Grissom: How many crusades were fought in the name of God? How many people died because of someone's religion?
Father Powell: Fanaticism, not religion.
Gil Grissom: Semantics. They're still dead.
Father Powell: Light bulb goes out other people fix it, get a new one. Light bulb goes out for the Catholic he stands in the dark says, "What did I do wrong?"
Gil Grissom: We both have jobs that begin after the crime.
Father Powell: After the sin.
Gil Grissom: Some people would call that a career in futility.
Father Powell: Some call it a vocation.
Father Powell: He needs spiritual guidance.
[Grissom looks at the suspect, then looks at the dead body]
Gil Grissom: Yeah, I imagine he does.
Father Powell: Ah. Then you'd have no problem with my talking to him.
Gil Grissom: It's the 11th hour. I wouldn't expect anything less.
Father Powell: Eleventh hour?
Gil Grissom: When the reality of their actions set in, they usually turn to religion.
Father Powell: Can you think of a better time?