Eric Delko: Someone gonna cover me?
Horatio Caine: I got you.
Catherine Willows: Cover you for what?
Eric Delko: Alligators.
Special Agent Dennis Sackheim: What did she say?
Horatio Caine: That you need to learn the language.
Gordon Daimler: The Corwins lent me their jet.
Catherine Willows: Just like they lent you their boat?
Gordon Daimler: Ask the pilot. Dylan called him in person telling him to fly me to Monaco.
Horatio Caine: Hmm. I'd rather call Dylan at the hospital to confirm.
Catherine Willows: The husband didn't die. You left us a witness and enough evidence to incriminate you in two states.
Horatio Caine: It's honey.
Catherine Willows: You say that like it means something.
Horatio Caine: Well, honey on its own is just honey. But add platic wrap and... it's a different situation.
Tim Speedle: Only way to outrun an alligator is swim faster than the guy next to you. Right Delko?
Eric Delko: I used to have a partner.
Horatio Caine: Guys, please.
Dr. Al Robbins: How about Darier Disease?
Gil Grissom: Doesn't that give you a rash that smells like human excrement? We're looking for something a little sweeter.
Horatio Caine: Detweiler, I know you want to impress your boss, but there's an innocent man on that boat. Now, if you take this shot, I'm going to be in your grille for the rest of your natural life. I want you to think about what that might be like. Think about that.
[after a moment of decision, Detweiler stands down]
Horatio Caine: Thank you. Speed, the Corwins have a jet. Find the jet. Call the FAA, and ground the jet by the authority of Miami-Dade County.
Calleigh Duquesne: Hi. Calleigh Duquesne. Don't ask how I spell it. Southern.
Catherine Willows: Catherine Willows. Southern... Vegas.
[Catherine returns to Vegas from Miami]
Catherine Willows: Hello.
Gil Grissom: Hey. Nice tan.
Catherine Willows: Nice suit.
Gil Grissom: Yeah, well, I knew you were coming back today, so I dressed up.
Catherine Willows: Yeah... right...
Gil Grissom: Really.
[Cath looks him up and down]
Gil Grissom: What?
Catherine Willows: Nothing. It's just unusual to... see you dressed... like that.
Gil Grissom: I had to go to the chief's funeral.
Catherine Willows: Missed me that much, huh?
[approaching a club]
Guard at Door: Twenty-five dollars. Each.
Captain Jim Brass: [pointing to his badge] I got a coupon.