Captain Jim Brass: We are going back to Lady Heather's.
Gil Grissom: I can take care of this myself.
Captain Jim Brass: Gil, do me a favor. Get a sport car. It's a lot cheaper and easier to handle.
Lady Heather: Unfortunately the language we speak in here doesn't necessarily translate to the world out there.
Gil Grissom: No, in here, the submissive has the power... all he has to do is say the safety word and everything stops.
Lady Heather: Very good, Mr. Grissom.
Gil Grissom: I'm just repeating what I've heard.
Lady Heather: You're a good listener.
Gil Grissom: Part of the job.
Lady Heather: So, this is work?
Gil Grissom: Yes, but I value your insight.
Lady Heather: I'm flattered... but you already seem to know the answers to your questions. You keep me in proximity when I walk away
[she moves closer to him]
Lady Heather: and when I'm close you watch my lips. Are you losing your hearing?
Gil Grissom: I'm losing my balance.
Lady Heather: Your sense of self?
Gil Grissom: No, I know who I am.
Lady Heather: Do you?
Gil Grissom: Yes... I do.
[he touches one side of her cheek with one hand then the other with his other hand]
Gil Grissom: You can always say "stop".
Lady Heather: So can you.
Captain Jim Brass: [during the interrogation Lady Heather gets up and walks over to the mirror she knows Grissom is behind] Is it something I said?
Lady Heather: [staring at Grissom directly through the mirror] I'm disappointed in you, but not surprised. You fear me because I've committed the one unforgivable act.
Captain Jim Brass: No, it's more like two acts... of murder.
Lady Heather: [still staring at Grissom] I know you. And I know that in your heart you don't believe I did this.
Captain Jim Brass: Lady Heather this has nothing to do with the heart, it's all about the evidence.
[at Lady Heather's front door]
Gil Grissom: I'd like to come in.
Lady Heather: I'm sure you do. Say the magic word.
Captain Jim Brass: Warrant.
Lady Heather: [after Grissom and Lady Heather have tea in her house, he finds out she's a diabetic and calls for a warrant] I think I just heard you say "stop".
Gil Grissom: There's seminal fluid all over the place.
Sara Sidle: Is this a dance club or a sex club?
Warrick Brown: A little of both. Don't you love this town?
Sara Sidle: Whatever you say, Superfly.
Warrick Brown: [Grissom's going through evidence and holds up a thong] I was wondering where I put my nice silver satin thong.
Lady Heather: Do you like my lipstick?
Gil Grissom: Why?
Lady Heather: You've been staring at my lips.
Gil Grissom: You have very lovely lips.
[Brass looks back between the two and then goes back to processing]