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]
Scott Shelton: You have your hands full with her.
Gil Grissom: So do you.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Sara Sidle: You touch me again, you draw back a stump.
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!