Gil Grissom: So, you get up in the morning, make coffee and go, "I think I'll blow some blood on the kitchen wall today." Get out of the shower grab your towel, go, "Hey, this looks like a nice spot to expirate a couple of pints."
[Sara walks out to find Grissom pacing furiously]
Gil Grissom: Ninety-five.
Sara Sidle: Excuse me?
Gil Grissom: Normally my pulse is seventy, when it gets to ninety-five, I realize just how mad I am. I have ten people working around the clock on this!
Sara Sidle: You're too hard on yourself.
Gil Grissom: No, I'm not mad at *me*. There's a body in there and that guy knows where it is.
Sara Sidle: So what's your pulse at now?