Chief Rick Dysart: Local homeowner called it in early. We got it contained pretty quick. We were lucky.
Gil Grissom: [about charred body] Luckier than he was. Low humidity, dry brush. Perfect conditions for maximum damage.
Chief Rick Dysart: Firebugs listen to the weather reports just like we do. Only for different reasons.
Sara Sidle: Maybe some moron just threw a cigarette out the car window.
Chief Rick Dysart: You're an optimist.
Sara Sidle: I've got the business end of a disposable lighter. Could be an ignition source.
Gil Grissom: Hey. What's that?
Sara Sidle: Possible accelerant.
Gil Grissom: Or possible Martini.
Sara Sidle: I didn't think you could smell vodka.
Gil Grissom: Well, that depends on how long it was distilled.
Sara Sidle: Cheap stuff.
Gil Grissom: Ironically, the word for "vodka" comes from the Russian phrase "zhiznennaya voda" - "water of life".
Sofia Curtis: What's the problem?
Greg Sanders: I'm fine.
Sofia Curtis: You're not.
Greg Sanders: I feel like a wuss. Grissom told me I should take a break, and I did.
Sofia Curtis: Your burn victim.
Greg Sanders: How do you get an image like that out of your mind?
Sofia Curtis: You go home. You, ah, hug your cat, your dog, your pillow. You have a beer, you watch a movie, and then you come back tomorrow.
Greg Sanders: Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Sofia Curtis: Rumor has it you used to be a pretty funny guy. Don't lose that.
Nick Stokes: Crime scene this messy, gotta bust out the big guns.
Gil Grissom: I hear our victim is still alive.
Greg Sanders: I don't see why.
Gil Grissom: Well, she's not ready to let go yet.
[Hodges watches Mia work in her lab and sighs]
Catherine Willows: [enters his lab] It's hard to look and not touch, isn't it?