- Sara Sidle: What if... you can hear the victim's screams? In the car, or at the store.
- Gil Grissom: You have empathy for her, Sara. You want someone to pay for what was done to her. That's normal.
- Sara Sidle: [pauses] You want to sleep with me?
- Gil Grissom: [looks up at her] Did you just say what I think you said?
- Sara Sidle: That way, when I wake up in cold sweat under the blanket, hearing Kaye's screams, you can tell me it's nothing, it's just empathy.
- Scott Shelton: Like I said, I'd wrestle her off me, but I never, ever, laid a hand on her.
- Sara Sidle: How 'bout a gun?
- [glares at him]
- Scott Shelton: [looks to Grissom]
- [scoffs]
- Scott Shelton: You have your hands full with her.
- Gil Grissom: So do you.
- Gil Grissom: You've still got to convince a jury.
- Sara Sidle: On bullets. It's got to be better than bugs.
- [Grissom looks at her]
- Sara Sidle: Less Latin.
- Captain Jim Brass: So, you planning a little late-night luau? Roast pig?
- Gil Grissom: It's an experiment. Maybe Kaye was dead five days.
- Captain Jim Brass: I thought your bugs never made mistakes.
- Gil Grissom: They don't. People do. The victim was wrapped in a blanket. Normally a blanket or clothing doesn't impact insect maturation. The insects usually fight their way in anyway. But I examined the folds in Kaye's blanket. She was wrapped tight - -maybe tighter than I realized - -which would have decreased the corpse's exposure to insects.
- Captain Jim Brass: So it took longer for the insects to get in there?
- Gil Grissom: And deposit their eggs. Maybe two whole days. I've wrapped porky here pretty tight.
- Captain Jim Brass: Well, let me ask you this. You killed a pig just for this?
- Gil Grissom: This poor ham was already on its way to someone's Christmas dinner table.
- Captain Jim Brass: Wouldn't a rabbit be easier?
- Gil Grissom: Gotta be a pig. Interestingly, they're the most like humans.
- Captain Jim Brass: Yeah, I've been saying that since I was a rookie.
- Scott Shelton: [after Sara discovers blood that has been wiped clean off the wall] I have no idea how it got there.
- Sara Sidle: It "got there" when you shot your wife in the head before you wrapped her in a blanket and dumped her in the mountains.
- [points her finger in his face]
- Scott Shelton: Get your finger out of my face!
- [they fight]
- Sara Sidle: You touch me again, you draw back a stump.
- [to Grissom]
- Captain Jim Brass: Get her under control!
- Gil Grissom: [shouts] Get him out of here, Jim!
- Scott Shelton: Told you she was a handful.
- Sara Sidle: You don't know a handful!
- Gil Grissom: Hey, hey, what's the matter with you?
- Sara Sidle: I am a woman, and I have a gun and look how he treated me! I can only imagine how he treated his wife!
- Catherine Willows: [after realising 'Sorenson' is a painting not a person] How dumb are we?
- Warrick Brown: [scoff] What's he know about the forensic analysis of a friction ridge?
- Catherine Willows: Right on.
- Captain Jim Brass: We ID'd the body and located the husband...
- Gil Grissom: Let me guess - downtown, Fremont district?
- Captain Jim Brass: You know, I'm not even gonna ask.