- [Grissom and Willows enter a restaurant to investigate the death of one of its chefs. The hostess stops answering a very busy phone and turns to them]
- The Hostess: Hi, last name?
- Gil Grissom: We don't have reservation. We're here...
- The Hostess: [taking back the phone] Party of four? Three weeks from Thursday? Let me see...
- Catherine Willows: Excuse me but you don't understand...
- The Hostess: [holding up the phone] No, I'm sorry you don't understand. Your walk-in's in a very busy night. We're short a chef.
- Catherine Willows: We know. He's dead.
- Gil Grissom: Not only dead. Dismembered. We're with the crime lab.
- The Hostess: [putting down the phone] I'll get the owner.
- Captain Jim Brass: So, you snuck in the place to grind up a body?
- Harold Haskins, Truck Driver: No, I didn't even know what it was 'til it was too late.
- Captain Jim Brass: Who, exactly, gave you the, uh, "meat", to grind?
- Harold Haskins, Truck Driver: Uh, it was in the, uh, restaurant freezer at the Do Breff.
- Captain Jim Brass: [Pointing at face] See my face? This is me almost believing you.
- Gil Grissom: [after identifying the kitchen knife used to dismember a chef] "Let us carve him as a dish fit for the gods"
- Catherine Willows: I'm going to guess Shakespeare.
- Gil Grissom: Julius Ceaser.
- Gil Grissom: [Grissom to Willows, struggling to remove a dismembered hand caught in a meat grinder] I'm gonna need a hand.