Top 600 Quotes From CSI: Miami

Eric: Hey, Great to see that smile.
[walking in while Calleigh is ending her call]
Calleigh: [embarrassed, but smiling] It's nothing.
Eric: [smiling back] Who was that, Jake?
Calleigh: Um, yeah, I told them that if people would stop killing each other, we could have a proper meal.

Luke: All I did was jump in and try and save my sister.
Horatio: That's the way you wanted it to look.
Luke: You're wrong.
Horatio: Am I? You torched the ship, it sank; the salvager scuttled it, you guys split the take.
Luke: Never happened.
Horatio: We found Damon Loughlin's body. That's gonna tie you to the Elias house, the kidnapping, and the murder.
Luke: Why would I kill him?
Horatio: Because he tried to prevent you from taking the gold.
Luke: Do you have any proof of that?
Horatio: [warningly] Do not test me.

Tim: I got the GPS tracking signal from those two money bags, but it's stationary. Now why would a guy who just robbed an armored truck be parked like a sitting duck?
Lieutenant: It's possible because I put two in his gas tank.
Tim: You could have put two in him.

Detective: Looks like a pint's worth of blood.
Calleigh: I wonder who cleaned it.
Detective: I know how they did it. All the towels are gone.
Calleigh: "How" is the first step to "who".

IAB: [after Horatio has stepped onto the elevator] Looks like you got a pass. Guy from the roof dropped the charges.
Horatio: Yes.
[With a small smile]
Horatio: Well, rule number one: Never mess with Calleigh Duquesne, Rick.

Ryan: Jesse, what do you think? Sand constricted his lungs? Caused him to suffocate?
Jesse: Well, the tide was high last night. And the foam around his mouth means he most likely drowned. I'm sure Tom will enlighten us.
Ryan: I don't need Tom to tell me we discovered a new kind of stupid.

Bret: Lieutenant, um, unless you have a warrant, it was really nice to meet you.
Lieutenant: Mr. Betancourt, you are about to make an enemy you don't need. Trust me on that.

Dr. Alexx Woods: Through-and-through. Bullet missed everything important. That means the gunshot wound didn't kill her.
Lieutenant: So what did, Alexx?
Dr. Alexx Woods: I noticed this when her skin dried out. Skin's worn around her nose and mouth from friction. She wasn't just struggling for air, Horatio.
Lieutenant: So, she was smothered.
Dr. Alexx Woods: That's what the evidence says.

Detective: You're not smart enough to put this thing together on your own. Who's your partner?
Paul: I don't have one. My name is the only one on the company's paper.
Detective: That's 'cause you're stupid.

Eric: I.A., uh, recommended that the State Attorney's Office not take the case any further.
Calleigh: You're kidding! They're dropping it? How'd you find that out before the final report?
Eric: You're gonna laugh.
[Eric holds up his phone]
Eric: Twitter.
Calleigh: Unbelievable.

Eric: [processing a glass found at the scene] The surface on these is rough. We'll be lucky if we get a print. There's lipstick, too. Was the vic wearing any?
Dr. Alexx Woods: No. But... but I do have blood around her mouth.
Eric: We surprised about that, Alexx? She was shot.
Dr. Alexx Woods: No, no, no, no. Air bubbles. Means she was struggling to breathe.
Eric: So death wasn't instantaneous.
Dr. Alexx Woods: This girl was a fighter.

[first lines]
Lieutenant: Okay, listen up! We're gonna fan out in both directions and cover the entire area! Right now and be thorough! Be thorough!

[Greg Tanner has just found out Russell Brooks is responsible for his new bride's murder]
Greg: You did this? YOU killed Susan?
Russell: It wasn't supposed to go down like that.
Greg: You SHOT her!
Russell: The bullet was meant for Kelly.
Greg: Why?
Russell: You told me to...
Greg: [cuts Russell off, angrily] No, I told you to talk to her.
Russell: [continues] -She was blackmailing you. You told me to deal with it, so I dealt with it...
[Greg angrily lunges at Russell, but is restrained by 2 police officers]
Greg: [shouting] You killed the only woman I ever loved!
Lieutenant: Gentlemen, take him out!
[the officers continue to restrain Greg as Russell is handcuffed by other officers and marched away to a cell]

Eric: I hear congratulations are in order.
Marisol: Listen, I wanted to tell you. I was just afraid of how you'd react.
Eric: How did mami and papi take it?
[Marisol doesn't respond]
Eric: You didn't even tell them?
Marisol: This is exactly why. I knew they'd react the same way you are.
Eric: Look, Mari, you should be concentrating on getting better right now.
Marisol: Why do you always focus on the negative? That's one of the things I love about Horatio. He makes me think about the positive.
Eric: You barely know him.
Marisol: No, you barely know him. He is not the same man you see at work.
Eric: Don't you think it'd be wise to slow down right now?
Marisol: I want to have a life, just like everybody else.
Eric: What if the cancer comes back?
Marisol: What if it doesn't? I need to start living for the future. Until Horatio, I didn't know if I had one.

Calleigh: I guess somebody will always think it's easy to make a hundred.
Horatio: But we... we know different, don't we?

Lieutenant: I appreciate the call. You pulling tin?
Eric: Yeah, you know the tow truck company pays minimum wage.
John: Yeah, why can't you ever pull out a big bag of unmarked cash, Delko?
Eric: Yeah, well, I'm working on that, Sully.

Ryan: Hey, is that the shank from the jail murder?
Calleigh: Yeah, I found it in Darrel's cell.
Ryan: Is that a turkey bone?
Calleigh: Yep. I also found a little dental floss.
Ryan: Prisoners are so resourceful.

Eric: [finding the victim strung upside down] Never seen a body this pale before. There's no blood in it.
Calleigh: It's very difficult to remove blood from a body if the heart's not beating, so more than likely, she was alive when this happened. Dispatch said an anonymous male called this in?
Eric: Yeah, anonymous male caller.
[looking closer]
Eric: Take a look at this. This is weird. She's got two puncture wounds in her neck. They're not from a needle. Those are bite marks.
Calleigh: Bite marks?
Eric: Yeah.
Calleigh: I hate Halloween.

Horatio: That's two in one day, Frank.
Frank: IRS agent.
Horatio: [Taking off his sunglasses] That's correct.
Frank: Think there's a connetion?
Horatio: It's tax season.

Walter: Hey, we're missing something. H, you read me?
Horatio: Walter, how far away from the building did the flare kick out the dummy?
Walter: Five feet.
Horatio: Five feet. That could make up the difference.
Walter: Are you saying what I think you're saying?
Horatio: Walter, he was never in the room. Come on up here, please.

Ryan: It's not me... it's my uncle.

Natalia: Sororities are not easy. Girls can be pretty petty and mean. And people hold grudges because of it.
Elle: Yeah, I-I'm sorry. Um... I... I've been through a lot lately. I-I lost my job, I had to move home. It's just been really hard. I'm... I'm pathetic.
Lieutenant: I don't agree with that.

Michael: [Has been shot] Owww... It hurts.
Horatio: Real bullets are funny that way.

[death by carbon monoxide]
Man: What killed that guy?
Tim: He had gas.

Michael: I haven't been on my boat for three months.
Lieutenant: That's an interesting choice of words, considering the boat is not registered to you.
Michael: It was my wife's boat. She was trying to sell it. We're reorganizing.
Lieutenant: You mean getting divorced.

[H talks to a doctor, who's a suspect]
Horatio: Keith.
Dr. Keith Winters: That's "Doctor", Lieutenant.
Horatio: Maybe not for long.

Dave: Direct line is up. Speaker will allow everyone to listen in, but only you'll be able to talk to him using that. I will be recording everything.
IAB: Are your men in position?
[affirmation]
IAB: Okay, cut the AC. I don't want this guy getting comfortable.
Lieutenant: And I don't want him on edge, Rick.
IAB: Tell him it's being repaired. SWAT's in position.
Calleigh: Rick, the firearms lab was designed to be bulletproof. Even if you could see in, you couldn't get a shot to penetrate.
IAB: This was a coordinated attack, and we're covering all scenarios here.
Dave: Calleigh, surveillance is back up.
Lieutenant: Rick... they have to keep their distance.
IAB: Look, I know the hostage-taker made you point man on the phone. But I'm SOC; SWAT has tactical command here.
Lieutenant: This is my lab and my responsibility.

Eric: Leave it to you, Calleigh, to find something good to come out of a hurricane.
Calleigh: They do alleviate global warming.

Calleigh: Miss, have you been charging your drinks to room 17301?
Courtney: Yeah, of course. That's my room.
Calleigh: So, you're Courtney Heywood.
Frank: Can we see some identification, please?
Courtney: You show me yours first.
Frank: I'm sorry?
Courtney: Who are you guys?
Calleigh: We're with the Miami-Dade Police Department.
Frank: So, let's see your stuff. Your... uh... ID.
Calleigh: [taking it and holding it up for comparison] Thank you. She's Courtney Heywood.
Courtney: Can you guys tell me what's going on here?

Eric: Coke wrapping must have picked up some blood when it was being loaded off of the boat.
Horatio: Locard's theory. Primary transfer.
Eric: Kind of like going to the bathroom: You can never wipe enough.

Lieutenant: We'd better find this crime scene quick before we get kicked out of here.
Eric: Don't we have jurisdiction?
Lieutenant: Conditions like this, the only one with jurisdiction... is the fire.

[upon finding one of their suspects dead in the water]
Lieutenant: The husband is dead... the wife is dead...
Detective: The Russian's dead.
Lieutenant: Yes. Let's go talk to the other Russian, the cousin, before he chokes on a Twizzler.

Patrick: Blaire was a notorious mean girl. I think one of her victims did this. You have no idea how many complaints I've gotten about her behavior. Blaire hurt a lot of students.
Lieutenant: You mean physically?
Patrick: Emotionally. Psychologically. I mean, you know how- what teenagers are like. Blaire was the worst kind of bully.
Lieutenant: Why didn't you just suspend her?
Patrick: I tried. Her parents threatened a lawsuit, and the school made me back down.
Lieutenant: I'm going to need the names of the students that complained, Mr. Lieber. Every one of them.

Natalia: [running a DNA sample through CODIS] Lloyd Arrington? Uh, okay. Well, that's gotta be a mistake, so let me just run it again.
Calleigh: Wait a minute. What if Mathew didn't kick in the door?
Natalia: Eyewitnesses saw him there at the scene.
Calleigh: No. I'm talking about the initial incident. The one the couple got the restraining order on. What if Lloyd Arrington kicked in his own door a month ago and left a hair behind?
Natalia: And it's been accumulating salt from the marine air since.
Calleigh: Exactly. That's what Mathew wanted us to find. He was framed.

Ryan: [seeing two roller derby competitors screaming at each other] Oh, my God. That is the sexiest, scariest thing I've ever seen.

Wendy: I signed a non-disclosure agreement with the TV station. It's legally binding.
Calleigh: So are handcuffs. It's your choice, Wendy.

Alexx: I have your bullet for you, Horatio, from the back of the wife's head.
Lieutenant: [taking an evidence baggie] That's a nine-millimeter. It's a match to the husband's box of ammo.
Alexx: Sully's convinced it was a domestic.
Lieutenant: I'd like to hear what the body has to say.

Tim: I love hotel rooms - body fluids everywhere.

Hank: This ain't over, bitch. I'll be seeing you.
Calleigh: Well you know what the thing is, Hank? It doesn't really matter if you do, because even if you get rid of me someone will step in my place, and if you silence me, the evidence has it's own voice and it keeps saying over and over, "you". You and your bullets. You know what, and by the way, where you're going, I think you're going to be the bitch.

Walter: So, our vic fell off the roof first? Then, on his way down, was accidentally hit by the flare Dean shot. Man, that's something out of an urban legend.
Horatio: The force of the flare altered trajectory and impaled our victim.
Walter: Wow. Well, Dean couldn't have planned this. And if he was in his room, then he couldn't have pushed our victim. The murder is his alibi.
Horatio: Note the footprints, Walter.
Walter: [looking closer] Huh. Heels to the edge. Jumpers don't jump backwards.
Horatio: No, they don't. He was pushed.
Walter: [looking around] Look at this. Looks like our victim and the killer might have been having a party up here.
Horatio: I agree. So let's see who got invited.

Calleigh: I think it's a good thing that you can't leave.
Holly: I know
[with a grimace]
Holly: This place is like prison.
Calleigh: [Chuckling, while looking around at the lushious surroundings and laughing people] Trust me, it's nothing like prison.

Jimmy: You're not going to be able to prove a thing.
Horatio: That is a very dumb thing to say to a CSI.

Zach: I didn't come to Miami to kill anyone.
Calleigh: If you did. You're never leaving.

Ivan: We live in a world where it's necessary to get results, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant: [With an ironic smile] Well, then it turns out we share the same philosophy.
Ivan: [With a serious tone] What is it that you are after?
Lieutenant: [Putting on his sunglasses] I'm after you, Ivan, and I'm gonna get you.
[Then walks past Ivan and back into the police station]

Walter: Why'd the gun end up in so many pieces?
Lieutenant: Because any misstep in the construction of a homemade weapon will render it unstable.
Walter: So this weapon literally blew itself apart.

Horatio: Who was the room rented to, Frank?
Frank: That would be a...
[Looking at his notes]
Frank: Fulana Perez.
[Both Horatio and Ryan chuckle]
Frank: What's so funny?
Horatio: Fulana Perez is Cuban for Jane Doe.
Ryan: Fulana means "so and so."

Walter: You take the swamp. I'll take the rocks.
Ryan: Can't. Got the nice shoes on today.
Walter: I got that allergy, so... so... I'll take the rocks, you take the swamp.
Ryan: All right.
[Then he thinks about what just happened as Walter waves happily on his way towards the rocks]

Tim: Last time I was in church was when Kurt Cobain died.

Hank: You sold my Lamborghini?
Laurie: It's my car, too, Hank. You said to sell it and give you half.
[Laurie pulls out a $100 bill]
Laurie: Say hello to half.
Hank: Two hundred dollars? It's worth two hundred *thousand*!

Lieutenant: Ted, is there anyone I can contact, a wife or a girlfriend? Is that the justice you're looking for?
Mathew: You don't even know who I am.
Lieutenant: I know you're not Ted Wells.
Mathew: Tanya. She used to look up to me. You know? I made one mistake. One bad business deal.
Lieutenant: [muting the call] Look into public records. Check any recent divorce action. Plaintiff name's Tanya, surname unknown. Do it right now.
Dave: Got it.

Tommy: I found the ultimate thrill looking into someone's eyes... as they die.

Tim: Did you press his face into the pillow, causing him to suffocate?
Alison: Yes and no.
Tim: Alison...
Alison: You're so sure I'm guilty. I could see it when you walked through the door.
Tim: You have an explanation?
Alison: Yes... I pressed his face into the pillow. No... I did not suffocate him. He did, however... orgasm.
Tim: Excuse me?
Alison: My marathon-running boyfriend was a pillow biter. Satisfied? He liked to give himself over to me. I, uh, could be more explicit, but...
Tim: I get it.

Ryan: [needing to take a buccal swap] Open your mouth.
Venus: Guys usually say "please".
Ryan: Can you tell me the name of the Buckeye state?
Venus: What's a "buckeye"?
Ryan: Say "Ohio".
Venus: Ohio.
[Ryan swabs her mouth as she talks]
Venus: That's hot.

Horatio: He is trying to tell us, and we're listening.

Laura: [learning she's been conned] I am such a fool.
Horatio: Mrs. Gannon, you're not a fool. These are pros. This is what they do for a living.

Calleigh: [hands Eric a pistol recovered from a pawn shop] Pawn-shop owner said he wiped it down before he planned to move it. Nobody wants to buy a dirty gun.
Eric: There's pawn-shop clean - and then there's CSI clean.

Jesse: Patrol just got back to us. License plate belongs to a Billy Jones.
Walter: Okay. Well, where the hell is he?
Jesse: Uh, he wasn't here. Reported it stolen last night.
Walter: That means somebody jacked the car, caused a crash that killed the woman, and fled. Guy's a one-man crime spree.
Jesse: Whoa, whoa, whoa. We don't even know which car caused the accident yet.
Walter: Well, we know innocent people don't flee the scene.

Ryan: She's a pretty good actress.
Calleigh: She's not *that* good, she only does reality TV.

Don: Look, Horatio, we're on the same side.
Horatio: I'd like to think so.
Don: Yeah. Well, we are in the middle of the trial. We've already picked the jury, we called our experts, we spent over a million dollars in taxpayers money...
Horatio: We have new evidence.
Don: Yeah. Well, that's what appeals are all about. Listen, this is not about the case anymore. Now, it's about winning.
Horatio: Well, you know what then? We're not on the same side.

Tim: Then why don't you go get them?
[the black boxes]
Eric: Why don't you?
Tim: [Looks in the tub and sees the alligators] ... They're just babies.
Eric: What are you waiting for? Let's go.
Tim: On three. One... Two... Three!
[Both reach in and grab a box with a yell. Burst out laughing]

Lieutenant: So someone in this house killed Philip.
Hayley: I did it!
Eric: No you didn't. You were at the doctor, just like you said.
Hayley: No! no, I'm confessing, arrest me.

[while searching for evidence, Ryan and Walter come face to face with a brown bear]
Ryan: You need to make yourself small and non threatening
Walter: I *can't* make myself small and non threatening!
Ryan: Well, then, you just need to outrun the bear
Walter: I don't need to outrun the bear - I just need to outrun you!

Jesse: Medium-velocity spatter about six feet up the north wall consistent with blunt-force trauma. Overlapping high-velocity spatter about three feet up. It suggests the victim was hit over the head while standing then fell to her knees.
[spraying the floor]
Jesse: There's a large blood pool on the floor that somebody tried to clean up. Apparently where the victim bled out.

Lieutenant: [returning Jesse's LAPD badge] I think you forgot something.
Jesse: My old shield. You find it Firearms?
Lieutenant: [giving him an MDPD badge] Why don't you replace it with this? Welcome back, CSI Cardoza.

IAB: Receptionist, two techs unaccounted for.
Lieutenant: Sounds like Danielle. Who are the techs?
IAB: Ben Perkins, Sara Clark.
Lieutenant: Okay, put 'em up in the elevator. Let's see how he did it.
Ryan: I'll check into it.
Lieutenant: Calleigh, how are we doing on the surveillance footage?
Calleigh: The system's web-based, so we had to disable it to blind the hostage-taker from seeing what we were doing.
Dave: We should have it back up soon.
Lieutenant: All right, so we comb the footage; lobby, reception, parking lot. See if we can get an ID.

Lieutenant: Mr. Toring, attempting to lie to me is an unwise practice.

Ryan: Walter, tell me why someone would want to put North America's most dangerous plant in their front yard.
Walter: Antisocial?
Ryan: Or they're a fan of nausea, exhaustion, delirium, and convulsions. That or death.
Walter: Possibly. Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ryan: Wow. So beautiful, yet so deadly.
Walter: [recoiling] Hey.
Ryan: Tell you what, we got to find the gardener.
Walter: [seeing someone nearby] Hey!
Kenny: Who are you?
Walter: MDPD. Who are you?
Kenny: The gardener.
Ryan: You're coming with us.

Calleigh: Is everyone out?
IAB: We don't know. We're doing a head count right now.
Calleigh: You got any idea who these guys are?
IAB: Well, witnesses say it's one guy barricaded in Firearms with the hostages. Where were you when it happened?
Calleigh: I was in the locker room. I heard it, I couldn't see it.

Lieutenant: [a cop has been killed] Let's call in all shifts. They hit one of us... they hit us all.

[Couple is getting a divorce and the wife turns up dead]
Det. Frank Tripp: No matter how you cut it, divorce sucks.
Horatio: Frank, it's a killer.

Paula: Marie's not going anywhere.
Calleigh: Ms. Olsen, we have evidence linking her to a murder.
Paula: That census guy? That-that's impossible. She's never left my sight.
Calleigh: Okay, look. Are you going to bring her out, or do I need to go in there and get her?

[having survived a flashover in the Everglades]
Dr. Alexx Woods: I thought I was going to end up wearing a toe tag on my own table.

Lieutenant: Not even treasure?
Marty: You guys found treasure in our quadrant. So that's what it's really all about?
Lieutenant: No, it's really about murder.

Horatio: And where would we find Mr. Marshall?
Sophie: He's in the office.
[She turns towards the window and points past the fashion show]
Horatio: Through the bikinis.
[He says ironically]
Horatio: Perfect.

Dr. Rachel Marsh: I can't discuss my clients. Confidentiality forbids it. You have to understand, Lieutenant, people tell me secrets all day and they have to know that I will keep them. I took an oath.
Horatio: [Nodding with understanding] So Did I.

Don: Your grandmother better be bleeding from her eyeballs.

Marty: I don't even know how to use a speargun.
Lieutenant: No, you don't. Which is why you held it like a pistol.

[finding a diamond ring the victim's stomach contents]
Alexx: Looks like she ate about four carats for her last supper.

Lieutenant: You work patrol in the Grove. Have you ever answered a domestic for Amy and Steve Bowers?
Frank: Bowers. Yeah, I was there about three weeks ago. Neighbors heard arguing.
Lieutenant: Did it get physical?
Frank: No. Uh, harmless. Just a married couple shouting. No hitting, so I didn't file anything.
Lieutenant: Any B&Es recently in their area?
Frank: No, but I did catch a Peeping Tom close to there last month. Couple of female residents said they were being watched while they got undressed. I say shut the damn curtains.
Lieutenant: And those Peeping Toms, they go from sexual assault to murder easily.
Frank: The bad news is, until they do, all we can give 'em is a citation.
Lieutenant: Did you give this one a citation?
Frank: Ah, let's see.
[checking his records]
Frank: That's last month. Yeah, here's the little creep. Arnold Hollings, age 32. Occupation, landscaper.
Lieutenant: Officer Tripp, I see one of those new computers, you're first on the list.

IAB: You ought to save this battle for something bigger.
Horatio: Rick, I am not letting this go.
IAB: [sighing] If this goes down, I can't help you.
Horatio: Just like old times, huh?

Ryan: I can't believe they have these little love nests on planes.
[Looking around at the space]
Ryan: You know, I think we need one of these.
Natalia: Yeah, right?
[With a smile]
Natalia: We could convert Firearms.

Detective: Juries don't take too kindly to cop killers.

Ryan: So, we found coveralls and a tool belt stashed on the top of elevator. I'm guessing that's where he also put his motorcycle helmet and his weapons.
Calleigh: Okay. This is what he looks like in the lobby. Unfortunately, we still don't have a good look at his face, and the Firearms camera was knocked out before we could get a look at him.
Ryan: [looking at the logbook] I got a Ted Wells who checked in at 8:23 a.m.
Calleigh: No, that's not gonna do us any good. That's the same alias that he gave Horatio. You know what? I'm gonna backtrack and see if we can figure out how he got here.
[rewinding the surveillance video]
Calleigh: He drove himself. All right. That means the van's probably still in the parking lot.
Ryan: That's great. I'll grab somebody and head over there. By the way, Ted Wells has been checking in all week. That's probably how he snuck all the weapons into the lab.

Horatio: [to Drake Hamilton] Are *you* suggesting that *I* protect a woman? That's rich.

Horatio: Nice work. Have you considered a transfer to S.W.A.T.?
Calleigh: I don't look good in all black.
Horatio: I beg to differ.

Gregory: It's not against the law to have those chemicals.
Detective: No, it's not. Really brilliant operation Dr. Welmont has going on here. He provides the house, the chemicals and the recipe. He pays off a couple of cooks like you with lux cars. That's peanuts to the guys who sling the pills. Pills so unusual, there's not a law against it, but at the end of the day, he and his partners split about six million bucks.
Gregory: It's not six million.
Lieutenant: This is where you say "I don't know any Dr. Welmont."
Detective: [answering her phone] Yeah. Right.
Lieutenant: What do you got?
Detective: That was the medical examiner.
Lieutenant: Mm-hmm.
Detective: Just picked up a nineteen year old kid. Overdosed on E.
Lieutenant: [to Greg] Nineteen years old. Nice going.

[Ryan has picked up a piece of evidence without wearing gloves]
Calleigh: You are one of the most meticulous people I have ever worked with. What are you doing?
Ryan: What are you talking about, what am I doing? I made a mistake.
Calleigh: You don't make mistakes. You certainly don't make mistakes like that.

Dr. Alexx Woods: A thousand bodies under my belt, and I don't notice a live one.
Tim: First officer didn't, either. I mean, who can blame him? Place smells like decomp. Covered in maggots.
Dr. Alexx Woods: I'm an M.D. I'm trained to know the difference.

Det. Frank Tripp: I don't say this very often, but I think I found a lightning rod.

[Tolson beat Eugene, a mentally retarded man, to death]
Pete: I did that guy a favor, man! That guy was a retard!
Horatio: You know, Pete, Eugene had some things to overcome, I will give you that. But, you know what? You know what, Pete? At the end of the day, *he* just put *you* away for life.

Lieutenant: I've one more question for you. Do you have a life insurance policy on your wife?
Rick: Are you kidding? I don't even have health insurance.

Horatio: The old Hamilton arrogance asserted itself.

Agent: Used to be we needed a blood sample the size of a quarter to run DNA. Now it's the equivalent of a few skin cells.
Lieutenant: Progress marches on, huh?

Walter: Got the same residue here, H. And scorch marks.
Horatio: Yes, and judging from the amount of glass out there, the blast originated in here, didn't it?

Mona: Excuse me, are you Ronald's nephew?
Ryan: Yes, ma'am. I'm Ryan.
Mona: I'm Mona. I live next door. Ronald talks about you all the time.
Ryan: Did my uncle evacuate?
Mona: He ran out of here, tried to get me to go with him, but I think they're all overreacting. The skies are blue, there's not a breeze in the air.
Ryan: This isn't a hurricane, ma'am. Tidal wave doesn't give notice, it just hits and it could take out this entire structure.

Detective: [after taking his foot off the detonator] Well, that's a hell of a way to start the day!
Lieutenant: [With a rare smile of relief] And it's only Eight o'clock.
[the two begin chuckling]

Lieutenant: [after warning and shooting the bad guy] They never listen.

Rick: You couldn't provide a description of the suspect.
Calleigh: [firearms expert] He was carrying a Smith and Wesson .459 wood-grain grip with an adjustable rear sight *at my head*, Rick!

Wes: Go ahead and send me to the chair. I'm immortal.
Horatio: I'd love to.

Caitlyn: I kicked heroine, now I'm kicking you.

Eric: I never made it to the original crime scene; did you?
Lieutenant: Five hours ago.

Horatio: Tomorrow's what you make of it.

Mathew: You have ten seconds!
IAB: He is on his way. Is there anything that I can...?
Mathew: Four, three, two, one...
Jesse: [shielding Danielle] No, you don't want to do this!
Lieutenant: [taking the phone] This is Horatio.
Mathew: Congratulations, Lieutenant. You have just saved a life. Now let's see if you can save all of 'em.

Lieutenant: Ma'am, I'd like to buy another round.
Ryan: Sorry, H, but the new guy buys the next round.
Jesse: Hey, technically, I was here way before you, but I'll buy. What are you having?
Lieutenant: A club soda.
Ryan: Oh, come on, H.
Natalia: We're off the clock. Come on.
Lieutenant: Somebody... has to drive.
Ryan: Well, I would, but I'm not tall enough to reach the pedals.

Robbie: Look, I didn't mean to kill her, but we just wanted to show the whole world that she was a big fake!
[Horatio leans down to face Robbie]
Lieutenant: Did you just say "we"?

Calleigh: Is it just me, or have people gotten a little too casual about seeing a dead body?
[she and Alex look out at the Beach, currently holding a group of laughing and talking spectators]
Alexx: Easier when decomp's is at a distance.
[turning back toward the body]
Alexx: Believe me.

Eric: [processing a crime scene] You stab someone in the face, that's personal.

Sarah: What about Kristen? What about her body?
Lieutenant: Kristen will go home, too, and rest in peace.
Sarah: Maybe her family will find comfort in knowing that you caught the killer.
Lieutenant: That's the hope.

Detective: Dispatch, we gotta code 18. Hit and Run.
Dispatcher: Code 18, any victims?
Detective: Any victims? Yeah me!

Horatio: You never gave any thought to the way your father arranged your life. You just took with no questions asked.
Ramon: You still can't arrest me. I'm in Florida waters!
Horatio: Actually, you're not in Florida waters. About five hundred yards that way, you passed into international waters. The Coast Guard was waiting for you to make that mistake. Now you have fifty years to think about how you helped me in your arrest.
[Horatio points at Clavo]
Horatio: And you, you watch your back. I'm not done with you. Now, gentlemen, it's been a pleasure. So remember, Clavo, when you're in Miami: We. Never. Close.

Lieutenant: If we want to be effective in this job, We have to survive too.

Det. Mac Taylor: [entering the morgue] Dr. Hawkes. So glad I could get an appointment.
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Mayor's office just called. Put in a word for you.
Det. Mac Taylor: Figures. What's TOD?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Your victims have been dead since about four this morning. New York, Miami stab wounds are similar in both manner and location. However, one of the Miami victims was nearly decapitated. Killer showed more restraint with the Hanovers.
Det. Mac Taylor: Yeah, we're aware of that. Anything else?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: Turns out Mike Hanover has a heart, after all. Well, he did. A strong one. Withstood a massive myocardial infarction. Scar tissue indicates it happened within the last year. But his heart disease was progressive. Not sure how many more years he had.
Det. Mac Taylor: Anything else?
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: His crotch.
[off Mac's look]
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes: [showing Mac something with an ALS] I've heard of having the blues, but this is ridiculous.

Detective: Do you want me to pick up Dr. Winters?
Horatio: No, I would hold off.
Detective: Why? We just blew his alibi wide open.
Horatio: You give somebody enough rope, they might hang themselves.

[to Horatio]
Susie: Your little brother sure knew how to mess things up, didn't he?

Horatio: In my experience, the truth comes out. It always does.

Detective: You've racked up no less than nine complaints from your neighbors about early morning ruckus.
Steven: And every one of those was rejected. I abide by the city regs. My workers don't start till eight a.m. Besides, both my next door neighbors party till four in the morning. Nobody does anything when I complain about that noise.
Detective: So you decided to throw one of your neighbors into the wood chipper?
Steven: What?
[sarcastically]
Steven: Yeah, in the middle of the day.
Detective: The wood chipper guy was the only guy scheduled to work here today, wasn't he?
Calleigh: And Mr. Corbett, you did know that he leaves it on during break? It gives you access to the murder weapon.
Steven: Well, I've been home all morning.
Calleigh: The murder took place at your home.
Steven: I meant I haven't left my house.
Calleigh: Is there anyone who can confirm that?
Steven: Oh, yeah. My lawyer.

Horatio: There you go. Nick Murdoch, 870 Worth St., New York City. That's downtown, right where his spit put him. I gotta go, Speed.
Tim: You're gonna go?
Horatio: Yep. Murders happen here, but we have jurisdiction.
Tim: Call New York Homicide, they'll pick him up.
Horatio: New York Homicide didn't make a promise to Laura Spelman.

Calleigh: So, all we have to do is lift these papers and see if either one of them pops for nitrites.
[checking one]
Calleigh: Husband's negative.
Lieutenant: Let's try the gardener.
Calleigh: It's a positive result.
Lieutenant: Wow. That is amazing. We just put Hollings in the car.

Tim: [Having stepped out of the interigation room] I am sorry... I don't like her.
Calleigh: What does that have to do with anything?
Tim: [sighing] Nothing...

Calleigh: I really appreciate you asking me to help with the case, Horatio.
Lieutenant: What do you see?
Calleigh: Well, the car's been underwater, so we're not gonna find any usable prints, fibers, or hairs. Front end's damaged.
Lieutenant: [opening the driver's side door] The airbag is deployed. Could that have happened when the car went in the water?
Calleigh: No. I don't think so. I've got transfer here, and you don't get transfer from water. It looks like the car came into contact with steel or maybe concrete.
Lieutenant: Okay, so that means someone crashed it before it went in the water. Don't we need propellant to inflate the bag?
Calleigh: The impact will ignite the propellant, and that generates the gas that fills the airbag. It basically works like the primer of a gun.
Lieutenant: And just like a gun, wouldn't there be explosive material on the driver?
Calleigh: Yeah. Wow, I never even thought about that.
Lieutenant: Calleigh, when I was back with the bomb squad, we used to do the Greiss test for nitrites. Why are you smiling?
Calleigh: Because this is what I was hoping it would be like when I got here.
Lieutenant: Me, too.

Dr. Alexx Woods: [Alexx walks into the autopsy room where a bunch of kids stand by a body on the autopsy table.] I'm Alexx Woods, Medical Examiner. You're here today because you're looking for a reason not to drink and I've got one for you.
[Alexx pulls back the sheet on the body.]
Dr. Alexx Woods: Meet Doctor Glen Monroe.
[Alexx motions to the autopsy table]
Dr. Alexx Woods: He got his Medical Degree at Florida U. He had three kids and two Ex-Wives and a Mother who depended on him.
[Alexx look back up at the kids.]
Dr. Alexx Woods: He chose to drink and drive. So you remember Glen Monroe and deal with your problem. Before you make it mine.

Steve: You think I shot my wife?
John: Yeah.
Lieutenant: You know what? Maybe we shouldn't rush this. Let's see how the evidence lines up.
John: Well, I know how it's gonna line up. It's a crime of passion. I mean, this guy's greasy as lard. Come on, he can't even fake tears.
Lieutenant: Sully, somebody tracked mud across that floor. His shoes are clean as a whistle. They never touched dirt.
John: He washed 'em, just like he spit-shined the rest of this place.
Lieutenant: I'd really like to see some motive here.
John: We'll get motive later. I'm taking the widower back to the barn. Make sure he doesn't leave town.

[about Alexx]
Horatio: Fastest scalpel in the East.

Lieutenant: SWAT team, stand down. That is not the HT. This is Jesse. Stand down! He's one of ours. Go! Get the helmet off him. Get the helmet off him!
[the helmet is removed]
Lieutenant: Jesse.
Jesse: [the tape over his mouth is taken off] Get this gun off of her, all right? I'm taped to the trigger.
Lieutenant: Where is he?
Jesse: I don't know. He sent us over here as a distraction. He also left the money. Where's that bag?
Lieutenant: Let me see that money.
Jesse: It doesn't make any sense.
Lieutenant: It might. He may be trying to tell me something.

Alexx: Timmy said you found the body hauler.
Eric: Yeah. Genius was trying to leave town in the company van.
Alexx: Did he still have the body?
Eric: [holding up a stack of $100 bills] No, but had this. He said that, uh, some guy flagged him down right after he left the rest stop and said he would pay for the body.
Alexx: Hauler *sold* that girl's body? Well, Eric, if the body's out there, why are we in here?
Eric: Well, my guy at the Fed told me that with new bills, it's very probable that only six sets of hands have touched them. So, ninhydrin will find them. The Bureau of Engraving is entirely mechanized. So, that leaves the Fed, the bank teller,
Alexx: And the little creep who sold the body.
Eric: And the bigger creep who paid for it.

Bomb: [about the bomb] Yeah, lucky for you. We're talking at least 16000 feet per second.
Lieutenant: Really? It felt like 15.

Lieutenant: You have a forensics buff in the house.
Mrs. Bastille: They're Lee's. He can't get enough. I think they're disgusting. No... no offense.
Lieutenant: [smiling] No, none taken.

[evidence from the evidence locker has been stolen]
Ryan: Somebody stole the stolen diamonds.

Patrick: Lesser artists borrow. The great ones steal.

Horatio: You leave that to me.

Jesse: [Introducing himself to Walter] Yeah, I'm Jesse.
Walter: You're a Die Hard.
Jesse: What?
Walter: Die Hard. That's what we call you on the night shift because of what you did in that hostage situation.
Jesse: Yeah well, the night shift has too much time on their hands.

Horatio: You've made your son an orphan.
Howard: He's still got a dad.
Horatio: At this point, Howard, he doesn't think so.
Howard: Barb told him I was dead?
Horatio: That's correct, and I understand her instinct.
Howard: You know, legally, I am still that boy's father.
Horatio: That is true. But being someone's father... is not a right; it's a gift.

IAB: Lieutenant Caine, do you really think the CSI that's responsible for destroying the original evidence should be assigned to the case?
Lieutenant: I don't remember asking for your opinion, Rick.
IAB: Well, the commander suggested IAB should check into this, find out how this accident occurred and which employee maybe involved in undermining a major murder investigation, not to mention compromising countless other cases. It is Delko, right?
Lieutenant: Eric, would you give us a minute, please?
Eric: Sure H.
IAB: 'H'. You see, that could be interpreted as a lack of respect for a superior.
Lieutenant: You know, I am willing to take that chance.
IAB: So as his superior, did Delko screw up?
Lieutenant: No, if any body did, I did.
IAB: You did, you weren't even in the building at the time. Yelina says you were at the PD.
Lieutenant: My lab, my oversight.
IAB: You cover a lot of people's screw-ups, don't you? Delko in evidence, your brother and that girl. What's her name? Susie right?
IAB: Rick, That is a private matter.
IAB: Well, you see, I see a pattern of you withholding critical information and I've opened a file on you.
Lieutenant: Walk away.

Eric: [entering a trashed hotel room] Wow. This looks like Johnny Depp just checked out.

Lieutenant: [about Yelaina Salis] Touch her again and I will kill you.

Calleigh: [walks into gun vault, smiles and sighs] I love my job.

Eric: H, I heard about the shooting.
Lieutenant: Yes, they used an automated rifle, no prints, no trace, not registered.
Eric: Sounds personal.
Lieutenant: Yes. We received a message before the shooting.
Eric: A message? What, like though the mail?
Lieutenant: They slipped it into the morning mail. Exactly.
Eric: Why would they target us?
Lieutenant: I think I just heard an "us" in there.
Eric: Yeah, that's right. While I was gone, I realized this is where I want to be.
Lieutenant: Then I have you full-time.
Eric: I'm back, if you'll have me.
Lieutenant: That's good news. First order of business.
Eric: [taking what Horatio offers him] These checks are from Dade University.
Lieutenant: Let's figure out who this soccer mom really works for, okay? Good to have you back.

Horatio: Bag it, tag it and let's see what else is there!

Eric: [giving Horatio his trademark sunglasses] Go for it.
Lieutenant: Are you ready? Here we go.
Eric: [he puts them on] Oh, yeah.
Lieutenant: Yeah?
Eric: Oh, yeah. Yeah, man, those are you.

Colin: I never shot anybody. Not that guy you found, and certainly no one as pretty as you.
Calleigh: Can you explain to us how your skin got under his fingernails?
Colin: I have no idea. I have seen that guy. That's Elbows.
Calleigh: Can you elaborate on that.
Colin: Met him at a pickup game last week. Shirts and skins at Biscayne.
Eric: You happen to get his name?
Colin: i just told you. We all called him "Elbows."
Calleigh: Can you, - Calleigh coughing - Excuse me. - Calleigh coughing - Can you... - Calleigh coughing...
Colin: Can i wh?
Calleigh: You got some gum?
Eric: Yeah You okay?
Calleigh: Mr.Astor, you said that you were playing basketball with, uh... - Calleigh coughing...
Eric: Calleight, you okay?
Colin: What is this, good cop crazy cop?
Eric: Calleight? - Calleigh coughing...
Calleigh: I can't breathe. - Calleigh coughing and fall...
Eric: Hey, officer down in here! - Calleigh coughing and choking...
Colin: What's going on here?
Eric: Shut up! I need an ambulance! Officer needs a 42! Ineed help now!
Colin: I never touched her.
Calleigh: - Calleigh coughing and choking...

Walter: Hey.
Jesse: Hey.
Walter: Gang's all here.
Calleigh: Did your John Doe come through here?
Jesse: Yeah. This is, uh, where he met the guy that shot at him with the flare gun.
Calleigh: All right, so at some point, all three of our victims passed through here. Do you recognize this girl?
Jesse: Or him?
Walter: How about this guy?
Ricky: Hundreds of people party here every day, every night, man. It gets crazy. I don't remember those two guys, but it doesn't mean they weren't here. But her? Her, I remember.
Calleigh: Really? Why?
Ricky: She was a pain in my ass. Out-of-her-mind drunk; had to give her the boot.

Lieutenant: So you broke down the door, and then provided false testimony to secure the restraining order against Matthew.
Lloyd: That guy couldn't move on with his life. What was I supposed to do, wait until he killed one of us?
Lieutenant: Need I remind you that perjury is a felony, and you're facing five years.
Lloyd: Yeah, I want a lawyer.
Lieutenant: And you're going to need one. You used the system to kick a man who was already down.
[Jesse knocks on the window to attract Horatio's attention]
Lieutenant: What did we get?
Jesse: I dug up underlying court documents related to the Sloan divorce. Affidavit of the minor Jason Sloan.
Lieutenant: [seeing a picture of Jason with a black eye] The little boy.
Jesse: There was a history of abuse. Beatings. At first, the boy admitted his dad's the one who knocked him around, then he recanted. And Child Services said the only reason he recanted because he feared his father, and the judge agreed. Matthew Sloan lost custody three weeks ago.
Lieutenant: This is the justice that Matthew was looking for.
Jesse: [nodding towards Arrington] You know, that guy lied about getting the TRO. Maybe he's the abuser.
Lieutenant: There's only one way to find out.
Jesse: Follow the evidence.

Calleigh: Run and shoot Ryan, our crime scene is going under.

Detective: Why were you running, Superfly?
Al: Because you were chasing me.
Detective: Then we got a paradox, 'cause I didn't start chasing you until you started running.

[about a suspect]
Horatio: He is a liar. I just don't know what the lie is yet.

Lieutenant: They ask about your girlfriend?
Eric: H, you know I don't have a girlfriend.
Lieutenant: No girlfriend this week?
Eric: The girl I'm seeing... I'm glad she doesn't have a polygraph.

[a man has been shot, then impaled on an ice sculpture]
Alexx: Shot in the light of day in a house filled with people? That's cold-blooded, Horatio.
Horatio: Correction Alexx. It's as cold... as ice.

NTSB: Oh I heard of you, you're the uh bullet girl right?
Calleigh: And what does that make you, air plane boy?

Capt. Quentin Taylor: I expected to see the FBI.
Detective: Someone dies within three miles of Miami shoreline, you're stuck with us.

Eric: Engines on that baby cost more than your car.
Tim: Maybe your car.

Lieutenant: You got a minute?
Detective: Thirty seconds.
Lieutenant: Okay. Jeff Wilton.
Detective: Who?
Lieutenant: Jeff Wilton is a high school kid from Homestead that disappeared three days ago.
Detective: Father's an ex-con.
Lieutenant: And a concerned parent.
Detective: A divorced parent. Soon as he got out, wife took off, left the kid behind. Told the neighbor she liked the guy fine enough, as long as he was in prison.
Lieutenant: Okay. You think the kid did the same thing?
Detective: No, I think Jeff's in the Keys with a cheerleader. I think he'll run out of money, stroll back in a couple of days with a hickey on his neck and a smile on his face.
Lieutenant: What if he doesn't?
Detective: Well, I've got twelve confirmed dead yanking at my chain right now.
Lieutenant: So you're not interested in the kid unless he's dead?
Detective: You know what I mean.
Lieutenant: Okay, Frank. Why don't you let me take this one off your hands?
Detective: There's no crime scene to investigate.
Lieutenant: Maybe not, but that doesn't mean there wasn't a crime.

Eric: When you said the driver hit something, I immediately thought of this. Drove by here yesterday, this guardrail wasn't damaged.
Lieutenant: We know the victim died between 5:00 and 8:00, and that would mean... that the gardener dumped her body after you came through. See that blue paint; that's transfer, which confirms the impact took place here.
Eric: This road was pretty slick from the rain last night. Maybe the driver took the turn too fast.
Lieutenant: So Hollings walked away. These last two prints confirm that he put his weight... on his left foot. He planted it.
Eric: Yeah, like he was going to throw something.
Lieutenant: What do you mean?
Eric: I played right field for the Hurricanes for a few years. You're gonna throw something, you plant on your left foot. Question is, what was he tossing?
Lieutenant: How about the murder weapon? Problem is, it's halfway to Florida Bay by now.
Eric: You know, maybe not.
[leading him down the road]
Eric: Check this out.

[arresting a criminal]
Horatio: Justice is not yours to dispense, and now you're going to pay for it.

[about Raymond Caine, H's little brother]
Horatio: The rumour of a dirty cop is far juicier than its confirmation.
Robert: You just called your own brother a dirty cop.
Horatio: Maybe he was, but he didn't deserve to die.
Robert: We all have to die some time.
Horatio: Some sooner than others.

Stella: Did you see anybody go out here late last night?
Doorman Kevin Dowell: No, I have to stay in the front of the building. God forbid a tenant should have to open their own door.

Stewart: [about his victim] I never even got to play with her.
Horatio: [pause] Life, Stewart, is filled with disappointment.

Alexx: Gunshot wound is what killed her. Based on the level of rigor, I'd place her time of death between 5:00 and 8:00 this morning.
Lieutenant: [scraping the victim's nails] Let's see. There's no skin underneath these fingernails, and I don't see any defensive wounds on her arms, so she wasn't fighting off her attacker.
Alexx: So either she knew him...
Lieutenant: Or maybe the killer took her by surprise. What about old injuries?
Alexx: Just an appendectomy scar.
Lieutenant: So we can't paint her as an abused wife.
Alexx: [showing him the victim's head wound] No, but look at this. I thought the blunt force trauma happened when she hit the ground.
Lieutenant: Maybe, Alexx, he was attempting to subdue her.
Alexx: Where are you doing with this, Horatio?
Lieutenant: I don't know. I'm just following the evidence.

Det. Frank Tripp: [to Ryan] So I need you, my favorite dust monkey...

Lieutenant: So, you're ahead of the curve. That's sexy.

Dr. Alexx Woods: She was on Prozac.
Megan: Who isn't.

Lieutenant: You see, I think if we connect these two cases, we'll have a shot at probable cause.
Detective: The probable cause is that she's a stripper, she's a junkie, and she's a whore.
Lieutenant: She's also a human being.
Detective: And now she's a corpse.

Lieutenant: Explain to me the blood drops.
Jesse: Still can't explain directionality. It's completely out of context.
Lieutenant: [looking at crime scene photos, something clicks] Jesse, I've got an idea. Before you punch out, I need one more thing.

Fire: According to your own guy, the crime scene burned.
Lieutenant: Chief, you and I both know that fire does not destroy all evidence.
Fire: We've got a major wildfire here. It's extremely dangerous.
Lieutenant: A man has been shot out here. If I don't process this crime scene immediately, somebody's gonna get away with murder.

Lieutenant: We are dealing with a fire-starter, and they can be very - I repeat, very - unpredictable.

Tim: If we found a pill with Welmont's company stamp on it, why are we going to see the cook again?
Lieutenant: Because he's weak. Welmont is the target, but Kimble is our ammunition.

[to Eric]
Horatio: If we want to be effective on this job we have to survive, too.

Evan: Let the record reflect that the State has presented sufficient evidence to show that the defendant, Arnold Hollings, committed criminal acts, that there is probable cause to believe he battered, assaulted, and killed Amy Bowers with malice and forethought, and that he laid in wait at her residence, implying premeditation to said criminal acts. In light of these charges, the defendant, Arnold Hollings, is hereby bound over for trial and charged with murder in the first degree.

Horatio: You're saying she married for love?
Calleigh: I know. Wonders never cease.

Sgt. Frank Tripp: It is what it is, it ain't what it ain't, don't make it what it isn't.

Calleigh: Take a look at this. It's that guy Jesse Cardoza.
Ryan: The new transfer from L.A.
Calleigh: He used to work here with Horatio back in the day. He wasn't supposed to be here for another week.
Ryan: You think he's armed?
Calleigh: No. Look. There he is at reception, checking in his backup.
Ryan: Well, I don't think the HT would've known he'd taken a police officer hostage.
Calleigh: I'm afraid that if he figures out this guy is a cop...
Ryan: He's gonna kill him.

Lieutenant: You know, Clavo, I haven't forgotten Tess Kendall.
Clavo: And I haven't forgotten you. Neither has my brother.
Lieutenant: Do you remember, Clavo, what I said to you the last time we met?
Clavo: Yeah. "We never close."
Lieutenant: Yep.
Clavo: Yeah, "we never close." Just like 7-Eleven, dawg.
Lieutenant: Speaking of which, Low Dawg Productions, Clavo.
Clavo: I got no idea what you're talking about, but the Vienna Convention - that's still for shizzle.
Lieutenant: I don't care about your diplomat father. Are you smuggling drugs into South Florida?
Clavo: Drugs?
[indicates his car]
Clavo: No, see I was in Italy, picking this baby right off the assembly line.
Lieutenant: I just went through your room at the Dominick, Clavo, and your exotic "mule" has just killed a girl.
Clavo: Are you deaf? Because I GOT IMMUNITY!
Lieutenant: Just like your brother, I recall, and we both know where he is, don't we?
Clavo: I'm nothing like Ramon, Caine. You're not going to catch me floating around in international waters, Caine.
Lieutenant: You know what, my friend? I'm gonna catch you doing something.
Clavo: You threatening me, Caine?
Lieutenant: That's not a threat. That's a guarantee.

Alexx: Whoa. Found something else that might belong to the bad guy.
Calleigh: Three-eighty Beretta Tomcat.
Alexx: That's what I like about criminals: not the brightest. Leaving the murder weapon at the scene. That's good.
Calleigh: Unless it's not the murder weapon.
Alexx: Why is that?
Calleigh: It's fully loaded.
Alexx: Maybe there was one in the chamber.
Calleigh: [checking the chamber] Well, the only way to tell for sure if this is the actual murder weapon is to find the bullet and the casing.
Alexx: Then start looking. 'Cause we've got a through and through.

Dr. Tom Loman: This is actually a murder.
Ryan: A murder. See, here's what I was thinking: it's an accident. His friends buried him, and they, uh, forgot about him.
Dr. Tom Loman: You're wrong. Look at his jaw. Fractured perimortem. Looks like he took a kick square to the temporal mandibular joint.
Ryan: Then they left him to drown.
Jesse: Is, uh... is that a burn mark on his ear?
Dr. Tom Loman: [looking closer] Haven't gotten to that yet. It is a burn. That residue is familiar.
[smelling it]
Dr. Tom Loman: Slight sulfuric smell. My fall victim was shot with a flare.
Ryan: You know, Horatio talked to a guy who took a shot at somebody with a flare gun, then missed.
Jesse: What are the odds that this is that someone?
Dr. Tom Loman: It's spring break, fellas. Anything is possible.

Lieutenant: Alexx, I just got a call from Jesse. Have we checked her for sexual assault?
Alexx: She was sexually assaulted.
Lieutenant: Alex, was there bruising?
Alexx: [checking] Vaginal mucosa lacerations. Without bruising. They were definitely inflicted post-mortem.
Lieutenant: But correct me if I'm wrong, Alexx, the body stops bruising once the heart stops beating, right?
Alexx: Yes. Poor girl's corpse was desecrated. Thanks to the Glades water, there's no semen, and without it, I can't identify your perpetrator.

[Horatio & Calleigh look at the wreckage]
Calleigh: Is it as bad as it looks?
Lieutenant: It's actually worse than it looks.

Calleigh: [to the victim's mother] 'Choir girls don't make the A-list', isn't that what you told your daughter?

Lieutenant: Ted, do you want me to find Tanya? You two can talk it through.
Mathew: No, I think she's done talking to me.
Lieutenant: What if I were to set it up?
Mathew: [hearing a banging in the ceiling] What the hell is that?
Jesse: It's just... just the AC, man.
Mathew: Horatio! You got SWAT coming in here?
Lieutenant: It's probably the AC, Ted.
Mathew: I see a cop, I shoot! Don't you try me, Horatio!

Dean: I had a bunch of people up here partying last night. We were all hanging out, having fun, but this one guy starts going crazy; he's throwing drinks everywhere, getting in everyone's faces. I told him to get out, but he wouldn't. I just... I just wanted to scare him.
Walter: By shooting at him with a flare gun?
Horatio: [showing him a picture from the morgue] That the man?
Dean: No. No, I've-I've never seen him before. I promise. Look, this whole thing's just a big misunderstanding.
Horatio: Be that as it may, you're coming with us.
Walter: [a patrol officer leads Butler away] He's lying, H. That story's got holes in it as big as the one in our vic's chest.
Horatio: I agree, Walter. So let's prove it.

Horatio: We are being detoured into the land of make-believe.

Stella: When was the last time you saw the Hanovers?
Doorman Kevin Dowell: Uh... when I unloaded their limo, uh, yesterday afternoon. They came back from Florida. The next thing I know, the police are swarming the building.
Stella: Okay, fire code says that there's a back door here. I can't seem to find it.
Doorman Kevin Dowell: Uh, yeah, it's hidden.
Stella: Why don't you try un-hiding it?

[Horatio & Bernstein look at the crowd]
Detective: 50 witnesses.
Horatio: 50 suspects.

Calleigh: So, how do three people get shot in broad daylight on a busy street and nobody sees anything?
Horatio: Sniper.

Horatio: I don't see any blood.
Eric: Human body has eight pints. It should be all over the floor.
Calleigh: She couldn't have been killed here.
Eric: We've got to find the original crime scene.
Horatio: Yes, we do. Before our killer kills again.

[going through evidence]
Calleigh: Nasal mucus... and it isn't even my birthday.

Calleigh: Diamonds are a girl's best friend and a suspect's worst enemy.

Walter: I remember spring break; Daytona Beach. It's a miracle I survived. Get drunk and crazy... for what? To end up like this? Unless you think it was suicide.
Dr. Tom Loman: Good aim. Or bad, depending on how you want to look at it.

Tim: [talking to two witnesses] Fishing, my ass. Did you see the size of that rifle in their boat? .30-06. They were poaching gators.
Megan: There are panthers out in the Glades. How do you know the rifle's not for protection? How do you know they didn't borrow the boat? Owner left his rifle inside.
Tim: I trust my gut. It seems pretty obvious.
Megan: You sound just like Horatio. The problem with the obvious, Tim, is that it can make you overlook the evidence.

Calleigh: Tripp said you put out a BOLO on a young lady.
Lieutenant: Have we found her?
Calleigh: We found her car in the Glades. Apparently, there's blood at the scene.
Lieutenant: Okay, so let's go back to the scene and turn over every rock.
Calleigh: You want to work it as a murder?
Lieutenant: I'm trying to prevent one.

Lieutenant: Take a look at this.
Calleigh: [inspecting an entry wound] Looks like a medium caliber. Maybe a .32 or a .38.
Lieutenant: And the bullet may still be lodged in the fuselage. Do you think we could find it?
Calleigh: Does Elvis wear a white jumpsuit?

Calleigh: This is interesting.
Jesse: [taking a sheet of paper] The wife filed a petition for sole custody of her son three weeks ago.
Calleigh: The Arringtons didn't say anything to me about it.
Jesse: Sole custody on what grounds?
Calleigh: It says "Pursuant to the minor's affidavits in family court." You know, the boy, Jason... he had a cast.
Jesse: Well, papers concerning a minor are usually sealed.
Calleigh: Well, let's figure out a way to open them.

Danny: You know, if there are nine rats for every person living in Manhattan, there's gotta be at least five keys per head. Apartment door, car door...
Stella: Lock at the gym. Yeah. Fast-forward.
Danny: But there are only a few alloys used to make keys. New duplicate keys are all coated in red acrylic now. And that's what these shavings are. A duplicate was used to get in here. Shavings were left behind.
Stella: All right, so it was the last one in. Any other disturbances?
Danny: Pristine.
Stella: Penrod didn't just have help, it was an inside job.
Danny: How do you figure?
Stella: Well, you've got four masters, right? Somebody's gotta be *really* close to the Hanovers or the doorman to get one to get it duped.
Danny: Then I need those masters.

[Eric finds "MISSING" pictures of little girls]
Eric: These cartons - he must keep them like some sick kind of trading cards.
Horatio: They're not trading cards. They're headstones.

Detective: So, what were the Mala Noche packin' up in here? Brand new putters and they're heavy!
Calleigh: Hey! That's evidence.
Detective: Wouldn't help my game anyway.

Calleigh: Oh my Gosh. Why is it so cold in here?
Dr. Alexx Woods: I don't want to lose what little of her I've got. When you pull a body out of the water putrefaction goes into over drive.
Calleigh: Well, tell me you at least have enough for cause of death.
Dr. Alexx Woods: Don't know yet. What I can tell you is, her fingers were cut off.
Calleigh: You sure it wasn't the wild life?
Dr. Alexx Woods: No, they only go for the meaty parts: the lips, ears. The fish finish the job, but someone got them started.

[looking for evidence in a house]
Tim: Why's it always gotta be in the toilet?

[an arm is found in a dead shark]
Alexx: I think we're going to need a bigger body bag.
Horatio: If anyone can find one, it's you, Alexx.
Alexx: You got that right. All right, fellas. You heard the man. Bag him. My shark now.
Horatio: I'm off to ruin a captain's day.

Ryan: Hey, Walter, when are you and I going up?
Walter: Up? Up where?
Ryan: Up in an airplane. When are we gonna jump out of an airplane together?
Walter: No. No, no, no.
Ryan: No?
Walter: No. No, the parachute is made for when the plane is crashing. You see, jumping out of a good one is just stupid.
Ryan: Oh, you're being such a baby. You know, statistically, it's actually pretty safe.
Walter: Let's ask Kevin how safe it is. Kevin! Kev... Oh, right, Kevin's dead.
Ryan: Walter, too soon.

Dr. Alexx Woods: Shot in the light of day in a house filled with people? That's cold-blooded Horatio.
Lieutenant: Correction Alexx. It's as cold... as ice.

Rita: Can I go now?
Horatio: Let me see, how can I put this... no.

Nick: You just don't quit, do you?
Horatio: Not in my vocabulary.

Ryan: Your parents trust fund. It's a matter of public record.
Calleigh: There's a morals clause in there that says if you stay clean and sober until you're 21, you get this.... Breakwater Key.
Ryan: That's a whole island, isn't it? Wow. My parents are leaving me their lawn mover.

Lieutenant: Eric, what's going on with Frank?
Eric: Frank, uh... Frank's name was at the top of that client list, H. But, uh, I didn't want to say anything until DNA cleared him.
Lieutenant: Is he in the clear?
Eric: Yeah. He had a credible explanation. Everything checked out.
Lieutenant: All right. In future, if you're going to watch somebody's back, let me know about it, so I can watch yours. All right?

Ryan: [seeing a blood-stained carpet] I think it's safe to say this is where Damon was shot.

[about Horatio]
Detective: All I'm saying is, that's one hell of a lonely road he's walking.
Calleigh: I know. That's why I'm walking it with him.

Megan: This person's goofy footed. He keeps his right foot on the board, pushes off with his left. That's not as common.
Calleigh: And you know this how, Miss Three-Inch Heels?

Stella: Hey, hey, guys, hold up, hold up. Just need a couple of shots of the entry wound.
Paramedic: Lifesaving measures over evidence, Bonasera.
Stella: Look, what I'm doing may prevent another attempt on his life, okay?

Lieutenant: [observing Mac process a crime scene] That's interesting. We scrape before we transport.
Detective: We always vouchsafe at the scene. Different process, same principle.
Lieutenant: Yeah, it's interesting. And you fume at the scene, too.
Detective: [entering the room] Did I hear somebody say "fume"? 'Cause them I'm your man.
Detective: Danny, I had you at that bodega in Queens.
Detective: I know, I know. I heard a cop went down; I figured you could use a guy like me.

Chad: "You're a dead man" is just an expression.
Eric: No, legally it's a threat.

Detective: [seeing Jeff Murdock being brought into an interrogation room] Why is he in here?
Lieutenant: We caught him with the weapon that killed Nick Townsend.
Detective: Why'd you find that?
Lieutenant: I followed the evidence, Jake.
Detective: So did I.
Lieutenant: Yes, but in your case, you allowed the evidence to fit your theory, Jake, instead of the other way around.

Calleigh: [Examining a manual typewriter] The model comes with a bullet.
Wayne: Is it new or old?
Calleigh: It's old enough.

Mathew: I want the building clear and everyone out. And then clear a path via the south stairwell.
Jesse: You know, that isn't very smart. You're gonna be exposing yourself to SWAT out there.
Mathew: Yeah, well, I got a plan for that. You just get on the phone and tell them I expect to see Horatio out there.

Reggie: So, Max Paulson was innocent. I knew it was him. At least I thought I did. I betrayed the oath, Horatio. Killed a woman. You don't come back from that. Here I am thinking I'm doing the right thing, taking a murderer off the street, and I become the thing I despise the most.

Melanie: Can I get another soda?
Tim: We're fresh out!
Calleigh: [Whispering as they walk away] We do to have soda! You just lied.
Tim: She's been lying to us all day

Lieutenant: Agent Wynn.
Agent: Lieutenant Caine. Oh, I hope you don't mind me dropping in. It doesn't work to call ahead.
Lieutenant: What do you want?
Agent: Well, actually, I need your help, lieutenant. Something doesn't... smell right to me. The woman central to the investigation against Officer Delko becomes your girlfriend, thus protecting her from further scrutiny, and suddenly her own drug charges just disappear.
Lieutenant: Agent Wynn, you should have done better research. There were no charges filed against the Delkos.
Agent: You know, I did you a favor, lieutenant. I could've subpoenaed Marisol, stuck her in front of a white light and a grand jury. I was just trying to see if there was something there.
Lieutenant: So you wasted your time.
Agent: An investigation into a dirty lab is never a waste of time.
Lieutenant: Agent Wynn, I don't know who you are or who you work for, but if you ever contact Marisol again, it'll be the last thing you ever do.

Eric: Lovely. I just got a look at that tiger shark in the cooler. Liberal eaters, like Speedle. They'll eat anything as long as it's alive.

[after catching a sniper who has killed four innocent people]
Sniper: Don't you want to know why?
Horatio: You just killed four innocent people, you're evil, you enjoy death, I hope you enjoy your own.

Calleigh: Detective Caine, did I speak out of turn back there?
Lieutenant: You did, but you're asking the right questions. Okay?
Calleigh: Thanks, Detective.
Lieutenant: Okay. You know what? Call me Horatio.

Calleigh: [arriving at the crime scene] That's the first time I've taken a car ferry to a dead body callout.
Eric: [chuckling] 911 operator, uh, listed this as the address. Caller didn't leave his name, but she said the voice sounded like a male.
[the door opens, apparently of its own accord]
Eric: Whoa. That's creepy.

Horatio: [measuring the distance of their sniper's nest] Six hundred and fifty yards.
Calleigh: That's six and a half football fields.
Horatio: One shot, one kill. This guy's either military trained or police.
Calleigh: He's Marine Corps, probably. They're the best snipers in the world.

[flashback to 1997]
Eric: Detective Caine, I thought you were going to invest in a pair of sunglasses.
Lieutenant: And I thought you were going to find them for me, Eric.

Lieutenant: Hunting unarmed men is murder one. It gets you the death penalty in this state.

Scott: You can't pull me in here for every crime in Miami.
Lieutenant: Not every crime. Just the ones you're guilty of.

Ryan: [imitating a female suspect] That's hot.

Lieutenant: The security strip on this bill is glowing blue.
Jesse: The security strip on a 50 is supposed to glow yellow.
Lieutenant: It should. It's fake. It's all fake. It's all counterfeit.
Jesse: He wanted us to find it.
Lieutenant: And who made it. Let's go.

[Horatio examines a golf T-shirt]
Horatio: You on to your next victim, Stewart?
Stewart: That's not mine.
Horatio: Really? Whose is it, mine?

IAB: It isn't my job to be liked.
Lieutenant: Mission accomplished.

Horatio: [to reporters] I'm not going to comment on evidence, but what I will say is that this animal has provided us with a mountain of evidence, and we will not sleep till we've been all the way through it, because we know that beneath that mountain lies his grave.

[examining a severed arm]
Alexx: No hair at the underarm, but pronounced hair on the knuckles.
Horatio: So, what are you saying?
Alexx: What I'm saying is I'm not an anthropologist. It could be a large woman or a small man.

Eric: [about Megan] What does she think? She can just waltz in here after six months of being gone and just take over?
Tim: You know, you're an ass.
Eric: What did I say?
Tim: She lost her husband! What did they give her, two weeks off? She needed a little bit of time, big deal.
Eric: Man, I didn't know.
Tim: Yeah, well, there's a lot you don't know.

Horatio: An eye for an eye.
Leonard: I didn't start this.
Horatio: No... no, you didn't start it, but you finished it.
Leonard: I wanted justice.
Horatio: Leonard, justice is not for you to dispense. And now you're going to pay for it.

[searching for Eric in the Everglades]
Calleigh: What if he collapsed in the water?
Lieutenant: He's out here, Calleigh, and we're gonna find him.

Carrie: Hey. Heard you have a, uh... groupie.
Tim: Our little creep's a forensic junkie.

Enrique: You're the investigator in the dispo case that resulted in two tragic deaths. You mind if I ask you a few questions for our viewers?
Detective: Yeah.

Eric: I had my cell phone on vibrate, I was busy - didn't wanna get disturbed.
Tim: Busy with the left hand?
Eric: Yeah... funny...

Detective: The guy who calls in a murder usually knows a lot more than he's saying.

Lieutenant: I didn't catch your name, friend.
Mathew: It's 'cause I didn't tell you, Horatio. Look, you can call me Ted.
Lieutenant: Okay, Ted, is everybody okay in there?
Mathew: Oh, everyone is fine, so long as you keep answering the phone.
Lieutenant: Okay. It's just you and me, Ted. We can all walk away from this together.
Mathew: No, no, no one is walking. You just listen! That's what you do here!
Lieutenant: And I can do that, too, Ted.

Pam: [after admitting to feeling stupid about spying on her husband] Can I go now?
Horatio: You can go, but a word to the wise, Ms. Dashnell, leave the investigative work to me.

Calleigh: Emma, it's safe to come out.
Emma: Did you get him?
Calleigh: We did.
Emma: The man in the jacket?
Calleigh: We got the man in the jacket.
Emma: I was scared.
Calleigh: I think that's a very brave thing to admit.

Peter: What's the dog for?
Lieutenant: It's a drug sniffing dog. I have a warrant to search your premises.
Peter: You can't just barge into my home.
Lieutenant: I can when it's a crime scene. Excuse me.

Missy: I didn't do anything wrong.
Calleigh: You were driving a car used in an officer-involved shooting, Missy. Why did you run from the police?
Missy: I was scared. I didn't want to get in trouble.
Calleigh: See, the correct answer was "What shooting?".

Walter: Bodies are piling up; three and counting.
Dr. Tom Loman: And here I am, outnumbered.

Natalia: Travers ran the white substance that coated the hair.
Calleigh: And?
Natalia: It was sodium, and the mineral content suggests it was sea salt.
Calleigh: Well, that's certainly helpful, seeing as Miami is surrounded by water.

Calleigh: French lace - from the window at the Moreno house. It's also used on high-end toupees. It gives a more natural look to the hairline.
Tim: Lace on a rug.
Calleigh: Un-huh.
Tim: Well, shoot me if it comes to that.

Stella: Hey, we got a blood swipe. Looks like the killer's exit. Maybe entrance, too.
Danny: I'll process the door and stairs.
Mac: Look for anything that isn't from a Hanover or a Penrod.
Danny: [giving the lock a once-over] No forced entry.
Mac: Pop the lock. Take it apart, see if it was picked. Follow up on the keys. Somebody got in here somehow.

News: Detective Taylor, is this like the Dumbo massacre? What about Penrod, is he still at large?
Stella: Davey Penrod? How'd she get that?
Mac: New York. You think it, it's news.

Horatio: I need a proof of payment and the State Attorney may show you some leniency.
Brandon: [Shocked and confused] Uh, attorney? It's Cookie Devine. It's not like she hasn't been in this position before.
Horatio: You know what?
[Giving a sad smile at the man's lack of diginity]
Horatio: You just blew your chance.

[Pedro is a suspect]
Horatio: Gentlemen, may I?
Lawyer: Be kind, Horatio.
Horatio: As always. All right, now, Pedro, the gun we found in your room has tied you to two murders.
Lawyer: But possession doesn't make my client the killer.
Horatio: We also have your skin cells on the tourniquet you used.
Lawyer: ALLEGEDLY used.
Horatio: Allegedly used.
[turns to the Lawyer]
Horatio: Now, are you going to rebut everything I'm saying?
Lawyer: Yes.
Horatio: Excellent.

Keith: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing? You can't cut apart my ship.
Ryan: Mr. Palmer, do yourself a favor. Get behind the tape.
Keith: Why do you need the micrometeor scar?
Ryan: Why? Mr. Palmer, your space shuttle is a crime scene. That's a piece of evidence. And you know very well I can't get the whole space shuttle back in the lab.
Keith: Damn it!
Ryan: I tell you what - for you, Keith, I'll do you a favor. I'll be gentle.
[whirrs buzz saw and smirks]

Dr. Alexx Woods: I had to micro a hand just last week. Only way we could get the evidence out.
Eric: Well, let her rip.
Calleigh: Wait! Y'all are acting like this is no big deal. That's someone's hand!
Dr. Alexx Woods: Calleigh, you've picked up body parts before.
Calleigh: Yeah, but I've never microwaved one. And it sort of... freaks me out that y'all have.

Horatio: You know what they say "You lie down with the Devil, you wake up in Hell".

Stella: I recognize those getaway sticks.
Mac: Renee. Junior inherits half a billion and his dad's mistress. Yeah, it's the stuff New York legends are made of.

Ryan: This your first time to a crime scene?
Natalia: Second. First by choice.

Walter: Suspect description, same as the Bal Harbor robbery, H - devil mask, a TEC-9 automatic.
Lieutenant: So it's him again, isn't, Walter?
Walter: Yup. Makes it what, ten big games that he's hit so far? Wonder how much he got away with this time. One, maybe two million? Huh... All right, so the chandelier must have gotten hit when the robber opened fire. Dropped on this poor bastard who picked the wrong seat, crushing him to death.
Lieutenant: Maybe not, Walter. That's a bullet hole.
Walter: Look at that. Sure is. Glass from the broken chandelier bulbs inside the wound means that he was shot before the chandelier fell on him.
Lieutenant: Collateral damage from the shooting.
Walter: Guy's never shot anybody before, H. He's making mistakes.
Lieutenant: Yes, he is, Walter. And we all pay for our mistakes.

Horatio: A clerical error, that you committed, sent his family to hell. I want you to get out your Wite-Out and correct it.

[Horatio learns a convicted child molester has escaped from prison]
Detective: Horatio, you okay?
Horatio: Nope. And with Stewart out there, no one is.

Mathew: You probably think I'm a whack job, right?
Lieutenant: Ted, I don't think you're a whack job. People find themselves in bad situations all the time.
Mathew: That sums it up. The American Dream trampled on by anyone and everyone.
[threatening Jesse]
Mathew: Get that in front of the door! But you... you're gonna get us out of this one. You're gonna make sure justice is done. That's why I asked for you.
Lieutenant: [writing and circling the word "justice"] Ted... how can I help you get justice?
Mathew: Right, I tell you, and you ignore me like everybody else. No! This is my thing, my way, and my timetable.
Lieutenant: Ted, I understand that, but I can't hold SWAT back forever.
Mathew: Well, I got something for them. Rule number three is... I see a cop, I kill a cop.

Jesse: [entering the space shuttle] Wow! Do you understand, when I was a kid, I pretended everything was a spaceship? I can't believe we're actually standing inside of one.
Calleigh: Would you pay two million dollars to go up for the ride?
Jesse: Are you kidding? In a heartbeat.

Detective: Last guy got into my car uninvited ended up in the hospital.

Bob: What is this? Who are you?
Horatio: Bob, we located methamphetamine in a car registered to you, and now you will be detained for questioning.
Bob: [to Susie] Are you kidding me? Susie, what are you, an idiot for bringing them here? What'd you do, drive up on a curb again, you stupid bitch? I ought to crack your head.
Horatio: Hey. Hey, Bob. The next time you feel like taking a swing at somebody, you start with me. You understand me?

Jesse: [entering a trashed hotel room] It looks like a bomb went off in here.

Lieutenant: What I am saying, is what happend this morning endangered more then one life.
Julia: [Sounding put upon] What do you want from me?
Lieutenant: [Looking at her intensely] I want you to be more careful with him.

Ruben: Your Jane Doe's blood alcohol was zero point zero.
Dr. Alexx Woods: What? So she smelled of beer but didn't drink any? Okay, that's weird.

Ryan: Dr. Tom, so nice of you to finally get to our victim.
Dr. Tom Loman: Don't start with me, Ryan. Even though I have proven to be a miracle worker, I am but one man.
Jesse: Well, what can you tell us about our John Doe?
Dr. Tom Loman: .2 blood alcohol concentration at time of death. Salt water in his lungs, ruptured alveoli, frothy sputum. A drunk drowning.
Ryan: Now, what can you tell us about our John Doe that we don't already know?

Lieutenant: Eric, you did good work out there today.
Eric: Thanks. I appreciate you showing me how everything works.
Lieutenant: You ever think about being a cop?
Eric: [chuckling] Come on, me a cop? No, man.
Lieutenant: I'm serious, Eric. See, this work is about observation, and you have a great eye for detail. Why don't you go to the academy, let me put in a good word for you, get your badge, and then come and find me?
Eric: People make a lot of promises, and in my experience, they don't usually show up after that.
Lieutenant: Eric, I'm different. I'll be here.
Eric: You mean that.
Lieutenant: I mean it. Get your badge and find me.

Ryan: [after Calleigh makes a directed comment] Delko told you.
Calleigh: Yes.
[with a tone of warning]
Calleigh: The lab is like high school. Word spreads fast.

Eric: [about an ex-girlfriend] You remember Gloria?
Calleigh: [fondly] Oh, the crazy one.

Calleigh: Hey, Tom. Have you got anything on our girl yet?
Dr. Tom Loman: She has broken bones, but no bruising, so I know she was dead before she went into the wash.
Calleigh: Okay.
Dr. Tom Loman: This bruising, however, is consistent with an antemortem injury. Looks like blunt-force trauma.
Calleigh: Poor thing. She was just beaten and thrown away. Do you think that's the cause of death?
Dr. Tom Loman: Certainly looks that way. I'll have to see how bad the underlying damage is.
Calleigh: All right. I'll get back to you. Thanks.
Dr. Tom Loman: Okay.
[finding something in the victim's shoe]
Dr. Tom Loman: Calleigh?
Calleigh: Yeah?
Dr. Tom Loman: I've got her room key.
Calleigh: The Ciel Bleu Hotel. One step closer to finding out who she is.

Calleigh: Let's suppose it's Lloyd the stepdad. Do we have any evidence to support that?
Jesse: Well, you mentioned he had a broken arm.
Calleigh: Yeah. Hospital said the boy suffered a distal radius fracture two weeks ago.
Jesse: Well, Mathew lost custody. Hasn't been allowed to see his kid in three weeks. So he's not responsible for that.
Calleigh: That's true. You know, what if this didn't happen the first time? What if the broken wrist is a result of repeated abuse?
Jesse: Do it hard enough often enough, you get a radius fracture. It's the stepdad.
Calleigh: Mm-mm.
Jesse: What? Well, what are you thinking?
Calleigh: Look at the size of the bruises.
Jesse: All right, what about it?
Calleigh: Well, these pictures are to scale. You're roughly the same size as Lloyd. Put your hand next to it.
Jesse: [doing so] My hand's bigger than the bruise.
Calleigh: Your hand is bigger than the bruise. Whoever jerked this kid around had a smaller hand.
Jesse: Like a woman's. Someone's gotta talk to that poor kid.

Lieutenant: The girl humiliated you, and you wanted to do the same to her.
Richard: It stopped when she ran away. She was fine.
Lieutenant: She was not fine. She died from the champagne hours later.
Richard: I never meant to hurt her.
Lieutenant: It's called... involuntary manslaughter.
Richard: I could go to prison for this?
Lieutenant: I don't think you understand the situation. Your actions killed the girl.

Calleigh: Well when we get close to tool marks and ink processing I'll call you.
FBI: If you don't, you'll be hearing from my boss down at the Homeland Security Office.
Calleigh: Well. I've got goosebumps.

Det. Frank Tripp: Tough day?
Alexx: [scoffs] You don't know tough.
Det. Frank Tripp: [chuckles] Bout time one of 'em talked back to ya.
Alexx: [glares at him]

John: Minimal decomp. No more than 24 hours. What do you think, drowned?
Lieutenant: She's been shot. This isn't our primary. It's a secondary.
John: I'll run the plates. Get an ID.

Horatio: How are we doing?
Dr. Alexx Woods: No ID, but a handful of Benjamins in her pockets.
Horatio: You think she's a pro?
Dr. Alexx Woods: I was thinking maybe a SoBe call girl, but everything about her says model. Implants, collagen, rib removal, weight... or lack of it.
[to the body]
Dr. Alexx Woods: Barely out of your teens. You don't belong here yet.
Horatio: Let's notify Interpol. Most of these models are foreign nationals. Take a look at that.
[indicating the victim's hand]
Horatio: It looks like glass.
Dr. Alexx Woods: It doesn't look like windsheild glass.
Horatio: No. It's not tempered. It's blue. Maybe it's from some type of bottle.
Dr. Alexx Woods: Azuret champagne comes to mind.
Horatio: So she fought with this guy before he ran her over. Boy, is he a prize.

Alexx: Please don't tell me we sent a body away with a complete stranger.
Tim: Alexx, we sent a body awa...
Alexx: Timmy, I know.

Lieutenant: [seeing their victim at the crime scene] Dr. Loman. I think we can safely say "overkill".
Dr. Tom Loman: Absolutely brutal. She was struck at least nine times, with so much force and velocity that each blow on its own could have been fatal.
Lieutenant: What about a murder weapon?
Dr. Tom Loman: Not sure yet. But judging from her injuries and the varying direction of the blood spatter, whoever did this was swinging wildly, from several different directions and angles.
Lieutenant: And totally out of control.
Dr. Tom Loman: And fueled by rage.
Lieutenant: Yes. Someone... was very, very angry. Thank you, doctor.

Shooter: [a man with a gun is talking to someone over the phone. He's got his sights set on Horatio's back and is just awaiting the go-ahead from the person on the other end of the line] I've got a clear shot. I can get the hit and get away clean. I've got it all lined up. Just give me the OK.

Hungarian: Good America or bad America?
Lieutenant: Good America.

Lieutenant: Alexx, what can you tell me?
Dr. Alexx Woods: Cause of death is asphyxiation due to suffocation.
Lieutenant: From being in a confined space?
Dr. Alexx Woods: Considered that, until I washed her.
Lieutenant: She's got bruising on both sides of her face.
Dr. Alexx Woods: From smothering. Her frenulum is torn. Classic signs.
Lieutenant: Do we know what was used?
Dr. Alexx Woods: Maybe. Found some plastic material on her shoulder.
Lieutenant: Okay. Bound, kept in a confined space. This sounds like kidnapping, Alexx.
Dr. Alexx Woods: Seems odd to kidnap someone, then dump the body in a public place.
Lieutenant: Well, we are applying reason to an unreasonable act, aren't we?
Dr. Alexx Woods: Unreasonable acts are all I see.
Lieutenant: Amen to that.

Kelly: [after explaining to Delko and Calleigh about the bachlor party events] Is there anything else you need from me?
Calleigh: No. If we do, we'll be in touch.
Kelly: [leaning in and whispering suggestively] Touching's extra.
[Delko chuckles as Calleigh's eyes widen]

Lieutenant: MDP2P.
Tim: Methylenedioxyphenyl-2-propanone. It's not really a recreational drug. It's not really anything
Lieutenant: Maybe that means he didn't mean to make it. Go with me here for a second, Speed. Now, if you sub in formic acid for nitric acid, you get Ecstasy, don't you?
Tim: The cook screwed up.
Lieutenant: Right. But because the pills were white, he figured he could still sell them as X.
Tim: So he replaces one ingredient along the chemical pathway to try and make something legal.
Lieutenant: Yes, he did, and ended up making a chemical so powerful, that its fumes could kill human beings.
Tim: So what are we chasing, the fumes or the pills?
Lieutenant: We're chasing the cook.

Horatio: Mr. Gannon, you have an arrest record that spans back some fifteen years now. That's quite a résumé.

[about the murder scene]
Lieutenant: You understand that this is a restricted land.
Daniel: Yeah, I'm one of the few people authorized to be here.
Detective: What about her? Is she authorized?
Daniel: Well... I... not technically. I brought her out here.
Lieutenant: To get technical.

Mac: Blonde.
Stella: What color's the wife's hair?
Mac: Brunette.
Stella: Maybe Dad had a visitor.
Mac: [finding seminal fluid on the chair] Bob Fosse's life story.
Stella: "All That Jazz."
Mac: Semen.
Stella: Old man was a stud.
Mac: So, Mom's in the bedroom knocked out on Percocets.
Stella: Yeah, and Dad's in the study with the candlestick. Only one way to put out his fire.
Mac: Blow.
Stella: [seeing him thinking] You think the bimbo's connected?
Mac: Yeah, Veneziano's theory of quantum physics; everything's connected. Just have to find out how.

Calleigh: Has your ex-husband approached you or attempted to contact you in any way?
Tanya: No. Here's a picture of Mathew.
Calleigh: Thank you. Have you got any idea where he might go? Friends? Other family?
Tanya: We haven't seen him since the restraining order was issued last month.
Calleigh: You have a restraining order against Mathew?
Tanya: When I filed for divorce, he didn't take it well.
Lloyd: Yeah. He acted like it was her fault he lost everything they had to that fraud, Ripley.
Calleigh: So, are you saying that you believe your divorce had something to do with business dealings with Darren Ripley?
Tanya: I knew that guy was no good, but Mathew wouldn't listen. He lost all of our savings. After I left him, he would call at all hours, just show up at my work, wanting to explain himself.
Calleigh: Tell me about the restraining order.
Lloyd: He showed up a month ago, freaking out, picked a fight with my front door, and then ran off like a coward.
Tanya: That was the last straw. I didn't feel safe. We got a TRO, which only made him angrier.
Calleigh: Could have been what incited today's incident.
Tanya: Who knows why Mathew does anything? He had to agree to get on meds just to get visitation rights.
Calleigh: What about your son? Does he have a cell phone? Would Mathew try and contact him?
Tanya: That's exactly why I won't let him have one.
Calleigh: Well, I'd like to talk to him anyway, if you don't mind.

Horatio: Can anyone verify that?
Jeff: No, I was alone. Look, I didn't do this.
[With a sincere, adamant tone]
Jeff: What can I do to prove that I wasn't invovlved?
Horatio: THAT
[With a tone of conviction]
Horatio: is my job.

Dave: [Horatio enters the A/V lab] I know, I know, I know. You want to know where Karen Ballard was driving prior to the accident, I get it. But this GPS is pretty banged up.
Lieutenant: Can we retrieve the data?
Dave: Well, cross your fingers. And your toes.
Lieutenant: [With a wary smile] And my toes.

Frank: Laundry system's almost fully automated.
Calleigh: Well, that would explain why she wasn't found until the end of the cycle.
Frank: Yeah. You know, any evidence from our killer on her was in that washer's gotta be destroyed.
Calleigh: There's actually a debris collector on the side.
[retrieving it and taking items out]
Calleigh: It's for large items so that it doesn't mess up the plumbing. Got a sock... sunglasses... money, Chapstick. There's a lot of stuff in here. Could be from our killer, could be from our victim.

Walter: [after Ryan has explained the room as a Bookie's office] Damn, Wolfe, you know a lot about this.
Ryan: Yeah, I know too much about it.
[Shrugging it off]
Ryan: But, that's in the past.
Walter: Enough said.

Calleigh: Take smells good.
Eric: A little cafe cubano. Put some hair on your chest.
Calleigh: Don't you just say the sweetest things.

Horatio: The only thing that matters is the evidence.

Tim: You're trying to identify the DNA of the mold?
Lieutenant: Yes, I am. Which would mean the smear from the bungalow could only come from a single host colony, like the killer's bathroom.
Tim: Mold's a primitive organism.
Lieutenant: But if it's biological, it has DNA.

Jack: Don't make me call Lt. Caine.
Calleigh: I wouldn't make my LT take a call from you.

Dr. Tom Loman: [about their victim] I'm afraid I have bad news. Liver temp's eighteen degrees below normal.
Lieutenant: She died within the last twelve hours.
Natalia: We've been following Esteban for twenty-four.
Detective: So he couldn't have done this.
Lieutenant: We just became his alibi.

[to Eric]
Horatio: In the future, if you're gonna watch somebody's back, let me know about it so I can watch yours.

Detective: Where have you been?
Calleigh: I took a drive, got some fresh air... apprehended an escaped felon.

Horatio: How's Frank?
[Who had just been shot at]
Calleigh: He's not happy but he came through the whole thing unscathed.

Calleigh: No wonder Jason recanted his story. He must've been terrified of his father.
Jesse: You're so sure it was Mathew Sloan?
Calleigh: Yeah. I mean, he did shoot somebody this morning.
Jesse: I was there, Calleigh. Look, you've seen this guy's file. Before today, I mean, this guy's done everything, everything he can to get his life back together. I mean, first this Darren Ripley guy takes his money, but he couldn't find any recourse for that. Then he gets a TRO thrown at him for making harassing phone calls in the middle of the night. The guy works two jobs. That's when he's off. Hey, you've worked doubles before. How many times have you gotten off work, you called somebody not realizing what time it was?
Calleigh: Once or twice.
Jesse: And the medication that you found in the van, he was taking that so he could see his kid. That guy did not beat his son.

Ricky: I said I'm not talking until my lawyer gets here.
Eric: [laughs] Your lawyer? H, who do you think pays for this guy's lawyer?
Lieutenant: That would be mister Paul Nichols, Ricky's boss.
Eric: He's not your lawyer, Ricky. He's your boss's lawyer. He's here to protect your boss.
Lieutenant: By setting you up to take the fall, Ricky.
Eric: Now, we know you attacked Matthew, and that's good for at least attempted. It's not too far from there to murder.

[after viewing footage of their victim being decapitated]
Dan: Jeez. I really wish I could un-see that.

Calleigh: [Trying to hold back her obvious contempt] You know, the truth was there the whole time if you had bothered to investigate.
IAB: You don't know my job.
Calleigh: Lucky for you, I know mine.
[Turning and walking away]

Danny: Who's this?
Mac: He's one of us.
Horatio: [shaking hands] From Miami, Danny.
Danny: How are you?
Mac: Lieutenant Caine is helping us. Would like to get some prints, confirm we're chasing the same guy.
Danny: Say no more.
[taking a tool out of his kit and picking up the victim's wallet]
Danny: Watch yourself. You don't want this getting on you. Cleaning bill's murder.

Paul: Do you have any idea how much one of those costs?
Lieutenant: About half as much as two.

Fire: Horatio.
Lieutenant: Hey, Ronnie. You okay? What's the matter?
Fire: I'm gonna resign. Wanted you to be the first to know.
Lieutenant: Ronnie, you could not have prevented what happened in there.
Fire: All those souls, Horatio.
Lieutenant: I understand that. But we need more good men, not less. And now more than ever. You know that.

Lieutenant: Listen, I am sorry for the way things turned out for you, but I did not ask for this job.
Megan: I know.
Lieutenant: Anytime you want to take it back, let me know.
Megan: That's not my call, either.

Lieutenant: Frank, I've got blood here. And there's a shoe print.
Detective: Scuff marks, too.
Lieutenant: Signs of a struggle.
Detective: Railing's pretty high. Looks like Mike didn't dive in there by choice.
Lieutenant: So if he didn't dive, he was pushed.

Horatio: So what do you get when a six foot tall man lays down with a three foot long rifle?
Calleigh: Hot flashes... but that's just me.

[about a doctor's ugly Persian rug]
Tim: Just because you have a medical degree doesn't mean you have taste.

Lieutenant: We meet again, Bob.
Bob: I wasn't sure you recognized me today.
Lieutenant: I never forget a face. Now, Bob, you're a cop killer. What are you doing out on the street?
Bob: My paperwork says I'm out on parole.
Lieutenant: Are you working undercover, Bob? DEA?
Bob: Just like your brother Raymond.
Lieutenant: So you didn't shoot Raymond.
Bob: I shot him. We had to make it look good. It was a drug deal.
Lieutenant: Is Raymond still alive, Bob?
[dramatic pause]
Bob: Yeah.

Detective: [a dead body has been discovered in a car trunk] How'd he get in there? People don't just put themselves in trunks.

Horatio: This murder is a decoy. We have an escape in progress.

Eric: I was a little freaked out about my boss seeing my sister. But, um... seeing how happy she is, I can't argue with it.
Lieutenant: No concerns?
Eric: No. None for her. But you need to know that she's a lot sicker than she looks. Doctors think, um... months. Can you live with that?
Lieutenant: I can.

Detective: I've gotta admit... divorce sucks!
Lieutenant: Frank... it's a killer.

Eric: Holding Rebecca Farraday against her will, that's kidnapping.
Capt. Quentin Taylor: It was for her own safety.
Eric: And if she dies as a result of her injuries, that constitutes murder.
Capt. Quentin Taylor: Dies? From a small cut?
Eric: Or the bird flu.
Capt. Quentin Taylor: Bird flu?
Eric: Yeah, so you're gonna deny that, too?
Capt. Quentin Taylor: This is getting ridiculous.
Eric: So you are lying. We have charts and a statement from the doctor.
Capt. Quentin Taylor: I didn't want to cause any panic.
Eric: So you put the city at risk instead of your boat?
Capt. Quentin Taylor: Okay, you need to step away from me.
Eric: I don't "need" to do anything. You're the suspect in a murder investigation.

Calleigh: Ship's sinking.
Ryan: We better work fast.

[upon finding dead male victim tied to bed, lying on stomach]
Detective: No sign of forced entry
Horatio: Oh I wouldn't be so sure of that
[camera pans over victim, showing him to be clad only in bathrobe]

Natalia: Wait a minute. No wonder this house looks familiar to me. That's the victim? That's Grace Carlson! This is that reality show, "The Marrying Kind"!
Myles: [approaching] Ah, a fan.
[to Horatio]
Myles: I can tell by your suit that you're the man in charge. I'm Myles Martini. This is my show.
Lieutenant: And this is my crime scene now.

Megan: It looks like scars, dozens and dozens of scars.
Eric: It looks like he fell into a blender!

Lieutenant: This cocaine did not come from Haiti.
Tim: Not unless Haiti's in the middle of our crime lab.

Calleigh: They where cookin'. Donna Karan size two, daughter too young, ex-wife size ten.

Calleigh: Well, I know that this sounds terrible, but... let's hope he cut her to the bone.

Calleigh: A feather?
Eric: Yeah, it's a feather from a duck.
Calleigh: Wait a minute, you're saying that first of all there was a killer bear, and now there's a killer duck?

Calleigh: Your turn! I jumped the dumpster at Joe's Stoned Crab. I'll help you.

Calleigh: Suero came looking for his million.
Ryan: It proves Leo and Sienna are crazy. They killed a cartel boss.

Danielle: [after getting shot in the leg] How bad is it?
Jesse: It looks like it may have hit the femoral artery, but I gotta get this bleeding under control.
[taking off his shirt]
Jesse: Hey, you! Come here, come on.
[Perkins runs over]
Jesse: Look, keep constant pressure on this wound, okay?
[taking off his belt to use as a makeshift tourniquet]
Jesse: Sorry. How you feeling?
Danielle: It's cold. It's so cold.
Mathew: What's going on?
Jesse: Her pulse is thready and tachy.
[feeling her foot]
Jesse: She's lost distal pulse; she's going into shock. Take your lab coat off. Come here, let's cover her up.
[Sara and Perkins take off their coats]
Jesse: Here you go. We gotta get her warm. Here we go.
Sara: [giving him a clean shirt] Here.
Jesse: [putting it on] Thanks. Okay...
Danielle: [weakly] Sure you wanna come work here?
Mathew: [realizing as Jesse hangs his head] You're a cop.

Detective: Hey. You sounded urgent. What's up?
Lieutenant: Have a seat. Okay?
Detective: Okay.
[Horatio and Yelina sit down]
Detective: That look in your eyes. I've only seen it once before.
Lieutenant: Suzie Barnam, Yelina.
Detective: From the elevator. Yes, um... I already told you, you don't have to explain yourself.
Lieutenant: I mentioned that there are complications with Suzie, didn't I? And there are.
Detective: Yes?
Lieutenant: Madison is not my daughter.
Detective: What do you mean, not your daughter? She looks just like...
[realization dawns on Yelina]
Detective: Ray?
Lieutenant: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Yelina.
Detective: But... how long have you known?
Lieutenant: I've known all along.
Detective: Then why... why tell me now?
Lieutenant: Madison is sick. She needs a bone marrow transplant, and it turns out that I'm not a match. But she does need a relative as a donor.
Detective: I'm no relative to that girl.
Lieutenant: I know that.
Detective: Ray Jr.? What Ray did is what Ray did. My son - his son - shouldn't have to pay for it. I won't let him.
Lieutenant: Yelina, the child could die.
Detective: I can't.
Lieutenant: Whether we like it or not, Madison is family.
Detective: [firmly] Not my family.

Horatio: The FBI considers the Mala Noche the most dangerous crime organization in the United States, ladies and gentlemen. They stay away from drugs to avoid deportation, but what they specialize in is murder for hire, extortion... the list goes on. In short... they are Miami's new Mafia. Now, I must tell you that they have already killed six police officers.
Ryan: Trying to scare us, Horatio?
Horatio: Born in the Nicaraguan wars, they have no fear. So anyone not interested, I'll understand.
[Calleigh, Delko, and Wolfe all exchange glances]
Calleigh: We're in if you're in.

Keith: I don't do old women. Nothing over 25.
Calleigh: A convicted rapist with standards.

Horatio: Here we go.

Horatio: Mr. Wolfe, at the end of the day, if we don't hang together, we'll die alone.

Calleigh: Why'd you leave ATF?
Detective: Because you guys blew my cover. I couldn't do that anymore.

Jesse: Based on the amount of sand that was displaced and the depth of the hole, I bet you we're looking at more than one killer.
Ryan: You think there's killers?
Jesse: Yeah.
Ryan: I tell you what I think. Sandman over here's buddies drank a copious amount of alcohol, they buried him as a prank, then they took off. They thought he'd get free, tide came in...
[short whistle with the "beheading" gesture]
Ryan: ...that's it.
Paul: [flashback] Guys! Come on! It's not funny! Somebody help!
[swallowing sea water, he coughs as the tide washes in]
Paul: Somebody help!
Jesse: Well, accident or not, we still need to figure out who did this. Let's get to work.

Ryan: [about the tsunami heading for Miami] This is gonna be a monster.

Horatio: She's missing some personal property from a house she shares with her boyfriend.
Vince: She has a boyfriend? A civilian?
[Scoffing]
Vince: Yeah, that'll last.
Horatio: That's not your buisness.

Alexx: Heart rate?
Man: Was 101, dropping to 84.
Alexx: Heard she was en route. What happened?
Eric: There was a fire this morning, and she was fine at the scene. She just crashed.
Alexx: Smoke inhalation's a quick-change artist. Patient seems fine initially, and then crashes. We need to intubate her. Stay with me, Calleight.
ER: Ready? Here we go. One, two, three.
Eric: Be careful with her.
Alexx: Eric, let us do our jobs.
Phlebotomist: I'll run the arterial blood gas.
Eric: Why don't you do that in her arm like normal? That looks like it hurts.
Phlebotomist: We need arterial blood. Elbow vein doesn't have that.
Alexx: Got it. Bag her
Nurse: She's difficult to ventilate.
Eric: How difficult?
Phlebotomist: We've got good air entry
ER: Her heart rate's not popping. She crashing, Doctor.
Alexx: What's the oxygen saturation?
Phlebotomist: 79%
Eric: How bad is that Alexx?
Alexx: Very. We have good airway, but the oxygen can't get to her blood. Alveoli must be damaged.
Nurse: What about hyperbaric therapy?
Alexx: We don't have time to set that chamber. We gotta do something now. Give her nitric oxide.
Eric: You want to sedate her?
Alexx: Not nitrous oxide, nitric. Selectively increases blood flow to the alveoli allowing for more oxygenation. Listen. Eric please, I need you to leave so I can focus. Gina, N-O, right now. Baby, stay with me. Stay with me.

IAB: Horatio, you and I need to have a conversation.
Horatio: Now is not a good time, Rick.
IAB: Jennifer Wilson. Does the name ring a bell?
Horatio: That's none of your business.
IAB: Well, see, you made it my business when you sent a patrol officer to sit on her house. You got no right authorizing overtime for a case that originated out of our jurisdiction.
Horatio: Miss Wilson is a citizen of Miami and may be in grave danger.
IAB: Yes, I know. I've familiarized myself with the case.
Horatio: Well, then you know the story of a nine year old girl who lost her parents to a killer, don't you?
IAB: Ten years ago. New York, right? You're still trying to protect her.
Horatio: That's the job.

Lieutenant: But that's not what brought the plane down.
Eric: No... mmm... actually the shoe hit the fan, I found a piece of leather in the N°2 engine.
Megan: [Megan cuts into their conversation] Let me guess, red suede $450 a pair, right?

Arnie: I already told you, I don't touch a jumper's chute. I'm just the pilot.
Ryan: As the pilot, you're responsible for calibrating the altimeters, is that right?
Arnie: You asking me if I did my job? I marry it to the planes before I jump.
Ryan: Well, then you must've had a really hard time landing, because Kevin's altimeter was 3,000 feet above the correct altitude.
Arnie: You have any idea how much it costs to run a business? Fuel's killing my overhead. A few thousand off my vertical saves me a ton of cash.
Natalia: So much for flying the friendly skies.
Arnie: These guys are trained to pull at five thou. No one's gotten hurt.
Ryan: Yeah, not until now. You call it savings. I call it reckless endangerment. Either way, you're under arrest. Turn around, put your hands behind your back.

Mac: Homicide says this is the only show that isn't dark on Mondays, and I see you're the only one in the cast of "Rainbow" that wears blue makeup.
Stella: And your artistic director tells us that you were in a relationship with Michael Hanover, Sr.?
Renee: Am I under arrest?
Mac: Depends on what you tell us.
Renee: Look, all I know is what I hear on the news.
Mac: Well, maybe we can help you know more.
[showing her an evidence photograph]
Mac: See this hair? This was taken from the chair that Mike Hanover was killed in. If we take a DNA sample, will it match your hair?
Renee: What do you want me to say? "I was there"? I was there.
Stella: Oh, we know where you were. Your makeup puts you south of his border.

Darren: [Both men pointing their weapons at each other] You're on the losing side of this one, Lieutenant.
[Horatio smiles while he starts to brag]
Darren: I could fire a thousand rounds before you get a shot off
[Shot in the Head]
Horatio: [after the shooting, Horatio, taking off his sunglasses, walks up to the body] Well, apparently it only takes the one.

Calleigh: The other victim had a head wound too. Is that right?
Dr. Alexx Woods: Yeah. But that bullet isn't yours, Calleigh Honey. It went on an ambulance ride.

Dr. Alexx Woods: Brutal murder. Broad daylight in the middle of the Grove. Thought I'd seen it all. Paramedics sure left a mess.
Lieutenant: They certainly did. So, we have a frozen crime scene. What about preliminary?
Dr. Alexx Woods: Multiple stab wounds. Paramedics said they worked on him for twenty minutes. He was a fighter.
Lieutenant: Yes, he was a fighter. And he was a runner, too, wasn't he? The blood runs all the way back to the house. Which means the killer followed him down here to finish the job.
Dr. Alexx Woods: Anyone see anything?
Lieutenant: Well, we have four eyewitnesses and four different stories.
Dr. Alexx Woods: Typical.

Ryan: [Coming up through the plane's closet elevator] Well, I guess we found the Mile High Club, huh?

Lieutenant: Thank you for doing this, Agent Reed. If we don't find a way to stretch this DNA, an innocent man is gonna go to jail.
Agent: Couldn't have caught that serial bomber without your expertise, Detective. It's the least I could do.
Lieutenant: I put a reference sample from our victim in here, too.
Agent: But first step is to multiply the DNA.

Lieutenant: [Talking to Ray Jr] It's not important what people say about us. It's only important what we know inside about ourselves.

Calleigh: Why fill in the number? Why not just sand it all the way down?
Tim: I don't know. Maybe it's a guy thing.
Calleigh: What? They'll add on or cover up, but they won't mess with the chassis?
Tim: You know what, you're scaring me.

Jesse: [after hearing Carmel's version of the evening] Alright. Well, we'll just have to check the video surveillance just to be sure.
Carmel: Take it up with my boss
[She smiles and leans into him]
Carmel: , Dimples.
Calleigh: [as Carmel walks away] All right, "Dimples." You heard her, let's go get the footage.
Jesse: [Looking uncomfortable] Yeah, no. How about You take it up with the boss and I'll see why Sean wasn't here with his pals?
Calleigh: Fine
[She smiles/laughs walking away]
Calleigh: Fine.
[Jesse looks around at the dancers and lets out his breadth before leaving]

Garrett: You can't prove I didn't touch that rope somewhere else. Someone could have stolen it from my shed.
Natalia: No, we know that you strangled her, because we have DNA that proves it.
Calleigh: Okay, here's the thing: you're going to go away for Hannah Wilcox's murder, there's no doubt about it. There isn't a jury in the world that is going to find any sympathy for a corporate executive who's killing for a profit sheet.
Natalia: And you're not going to last one day in prison, because executives are right down there on the food chain with pedophiles.

Calleigh: Courtney, we found a dead body this morning. She had your room key.
[showing her a picture]
Calleigh: She look familiar?
Courtney: Wow. Um, no. She doesn't look familiar. Sorry. Um, but I have been a little drunk for a couple of days. It's...
Calleigh: [getting it] It's spring break.
Courtney: Yeah. I thought I dropped my key card yesterday on the beach. Half-expected to come back to my room and everything be gone. Should I file a report or something?
Calleigh: I don't know. Is something missing?
Courtney: I can't find my iPod. But I thought I just lost it.
Frank: And you have no idea how she ended up with your key card?
Courtney: No. But when I say I was a bit drunk for a couple of days, I was actually a lot drunk.

Mac: Put out a broadcast. Subject at large, First Precinct, Sector Charlie. Three-story drop, he might've broken something.

Calleigh: Who exactly owns this place?
Eric: Deed is in the name of a living trust with no named beneficiary. It's untraceable.
Calleigh: Looks like old money. Not exactly warm and cozy.

Stella: How's our secret door? Was it picked?
Danny: No scratches inside the lock. All markings are consistent with key use only.

Calleigh: Are you Okay??
Natalie: I just have a touch of the flu.
Calleigh: Didn't you just have the flu??
Natalie: My Luck!
Calleigh: Are you sure you're alright?? Cause you're really pale.
Natalie: Oh yeah. It's worse in the morning.
Calleigh: Well, if it's anything, Chicken soup always works for me. When I have the flu.

Lieutenant: Eric, I think that we should let the doctor get to her lunch with the CEO of Bixton Foods.
Dr. Miller: What are you suggesting, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant: It's come to my attention, doctor, that you are the ex-VP of a Bixton subsidiary. Now, I am certain that's not going to affect your investigation.
Eric: Let me tell you something. Anybody else dies while you're conducting your investigation, I'm gonna drag you down the funeral so you can explain why your protocol is more important than their kid's life.

[defending a woman from a suspect]
Horatio: The next time you want to take a swing at someone, start with me.

Calleigh: Detective Caine asked me to come and get the vehicle, so...
Eric: Well, it's all yours. You can take it. I just have one question. You want to give me your phone number now or... later?
Calleigh: [laughing] Does that work?
Eric: Yeah, it works all the time. Well, most of the time. Actually, it's never worked, but I'm gonna keep trying anyway.
Calleigh: Well, I wouldn't bother with me, seriously, because I wouldn't even socialize with anyone remotely related to my job.
Eric: Okay. We'll see.

Tim: One minute you're ruling the world, the next, you're in a six-by-six.

Detective: She's got biologoical fluid on her thighs.
[Horatio stares at him with an accusatory look]
Detective: I didn't touch the body.
[Jake promises and explains]
Detective: I used a mirror.

Laura: Please find our children.
Horatio: Mrs. Gannon, I've got my best diver on it. If they're out there, we'll find them. Okay?

Kyle: Oh!
[Kyle, in uniform, smiles at the waitress while he retrieves a bacon slice off the plate she is removing. She smiles]
Horatio: Subtle.
[Horatio pretends to chide his son, who continues to admire the girl as she walks away]
Kyle: Yeah, well 12-month tour in Basra will do that to you, I guess.
[Looks at his father with a chagrin twinkle]
Kyle: You know, I think she likes me.
Horatio: [Shaking his head with a teasing smile] I think it's the uniform.
Kyle: [With a boastful cockiness of a now seasoned soldier] Yeah, more like the man wearing it.
Horatio: Hmmm
[He concedes and the two men smile at each other]

Mathew: [turning himself in] I knew it. I knew you would do it.
Lieutenant: Well, you were looking for justice, Mathew. I guess you found it.
Mathew: But now you know the truth.
Lieutenant: I do know the truth.
Mathew: Can you tell my son why I did this? That I did it for him.
Lieutenant: You know, Mathew... I think you can explain that a whole lot better than I can.

Lieutenant: [finding a miniscule blood sample, enough for just one test] What if we multiply the sample?
Jesse: Yeah, well, that's pretty new science. We don't have access to that equipment.
Lieutenant: Yes, but the feds are doing it.
Jesse: Think you can reach out?
Lieutenant: I have a friend in the Miami field office; she owes me a favor.

[Horatio is confronting the corrupt judge in his chambers]
Lieutenant: Marta Argenta was your daughter, Your Honor.
Chief: Sorry Lieutenant, that name doesn't ring a bell.
Lieutenant: She was murdered and buried on a property.
Chief: Now Caine, where'd you dig that up?
Lieutenant: Gary Logan's backyard, your honor.
Chief: Now that's what happened to that girl! She did call a few times, yes, said she was my daughter. But why should I believe a teenage runaway...
Lieutenant: [cuts him off angrily] That's why you paid Gary Logan to have her killed.
Chief: All right Caine, that's enough. I've had enough of your accusations, you get out of my chambers!
Lieutenant: I hate to inform you, your honor, that these are NO LONGER your chambers.
Chief: [smugly] Now you know there's no way you're gonna prove all this in court.
Lieutenant: Gary Logan held onto Marta's body for just such a reason, so you see, I can.
Chief: [sneering] Caine, you oughtta know better than that. You can't touch me.
Lieutenant: Your Honor, I don't have the slightest desire to.
[2 police officers move to either side of the judge, and pull his hands behind his back to handcuff him]
Lieutenant: You're under arrest.
Chief: [as he is being handcuffed] Don't think this is over, Caine. I got the best legal mind there is.
Lieutenant: You're going to need it.
[Horatio watches as the small group of officers marches the handcuffed judge out to their cars for transportation to jail]

Ryan: So, I know the hostage-taker's van looks dirty, but it's clean as a whistle. No VIN, cold plates, no fingerprints.
Frank: These your blueprints?
Ryan: Yeah, blueprints of the lab. This guy really did his homework.
Frank: Probably knows the building better than we do.
Ryan: Check this out.
Frank: [taking an evidence baggie containing a pill bottle] Huh. Label torn off, no name. Little blue pills.
Ryan: Not exactly. Diazepam. They're antidepressants.
Frank: Well, this just gets better and better, doesn't it? Without those, his state of mind's gonna get a lot worse.

Lieutenant: You know, Ruben, separate from everything, separate from anything you can put down on paper or maybe even drive off a lot, is the value of a human life. And at the end of the day, that's all that really matters to me. I'm saying that if this baby dies, they're going to be finding pieces of you... all over Biscayne Bay.

Lieutenant: What's Mr. Sloan's full name?
Darren: Mathew Sloan.
Frank: I'll check it out. Track down the ex-wife.
Darren: Yeah, track her down.
[laughing]
Darren: What, are you guys kidding me? What does he have anything to do with this?
Lieutenant: Mr. Sloan is seeking justice. You did something to him, and now he's sent me after you. Why?
Darren: We were legitimate business partners, okay? I was starting this new venture, this drive-in, check-cashing thing. I mean, we both went in 50/50.
Lieutenant: Which means he put up his life savings, and you put up fake paper.
Darren: Yeah, that. Whatever. See, when the venture failed, he noticed that I wasn't too concerned about it, so he somehow figured out that I was counterfeiting. You know? Then he kept calling the Better Business Bureau. He kept calling the attorney general's office. He was trying to sic them on me. I mean, he was crazy, man.
Lieutenant: This man... has you facing federal charges now, so who's crazy?

[Megan walks into Horatio's office]
Megan: You ought to give me the name of your decorator.
Horatio: Well, it's just a phone and a desk when we're not in the field.

Calleigh: What have you got?
Lieutenant: Nothing. Not a pen, not a piece of paper, not a paper clip, nothing. Who travels with an empty briefcase? That's odd, right?

Ryan: [examining the victim] Look at this guy. You know, it always fascinates me that skin holds together after a fall like that. He's like a bean bag; every bone in his body is broken.

[finding incriminating evidence]
Alexx: Horatio's going to LOVE this.

Lieutenant: [to a Mala Noche gang member in Rio] Mala Noche justice, meet Miami justice.
[gunshot]

Phillip: I want a lawyer.
Lieutenant: Spoken like the last request of a guilty man.

Belle: Did you know Horatio was the first CSI?
Lieutenant: He was... the what?
Belle: In "Hamlet." When Hamlet was poisoned and dying, he asked his best friend Horatio to tell the world who murdered him.
Lieutenant: Okay, I'll tell the world.

Mathew: Jesse Cardoza. From California. Well, you're a long way from home, aren't you, Hollywood? You know, I've never been to Cali. Oh, you're an actor, right? Everybody there's an actor, right? I mean, even the governor.
Jesse: I'm not an actor.
Mathew: So why are you here?
Jesse: You forced us in here, as I recall.
Mathew: No, why are you *here*? In Miami?
Jesse: I'm just on vacation.
Mathew: Why are you here at this crime lab?
Jesse: Someone stole my car. I was just filing a report is all...
Mathew: With her?
Jesse: Yeah.
Mathew: I find out you're lying, I'll kill her.
Jesse: Yeah, and you'll leave here in a box. I guarantee it.
Mathew: Oh, man. I really hope you're an actor. 'Cause you scared me.

[while examining the crocodile's stomach contents]
Jeff: Nothing unusual... some fish... some crab... some... a-a foot.

Polygraph: [Doing a lie detector test on Calleigh] Is your name Calleigh Duquesne?
Calleigh: [after Calleigh inhailed cocaine] Yes. And my nickname is 'Lambchop'. But only my dad calls me that!

Calleigh: This is my first case of death by winch.
Jesse: You haven't changed much since the day I met you, have you?
Calleigh: Oh, my gosh. That was my first day, wasn't it?
Jesse: [laughing to himself] Yeah, I remember - the very enthusiastic lateral.
Calleigh: I was right to be! This is a great lab.
Jesse: Yeah, it's certainly not the broom closet I remember.

Frank: [Calling car rentals in search of New Mexico plates] Yeah, New Mexico plates on any of the cars - you got any?
[Listens for a moment]
Frank: What do you mean you don' give out that information?
[Listens again]
Frank: Excuse me... New Mexico is not a foreign country.
[Shakes his head, then as he hangs up the phone]
Frank: Jiminy Christmas.

Horatio: [At the police station] You okay?
Yelina: Handcuffs were a little uncomfortable.
[Rubbing her wrists, while giving an ironic smile]
Yelina: It's a little strange to be perp-walked.
Horatio: It had to be authentic.

Eric: Got a category two hurricane, and we get sent out to a traffic incident? What's up with Dispatch?
Tim: Well, they're slammed with thousands of calls, so we take 'em one at a time till order's been restored.
Eric: I'd hate to see what a category four looks like.
Tim: So would Dispatch.

John: Heard you found the murder weapon. Too bad the serial numbers were scratched off. Might've been one more nail in the husband's coffin. Thought you should know the ASA has agreed to file charges against Bowers.
Lieutenant: Sully, you've got the wrong guy.
John: Prove it.
Lieutenant: I'm going to.

Eric: How are you feeling?
Amy: The doctor put in a few stitches, antibiotics. Said I'll be fine.
Eric: Good. You know, you were lucky.
Amy: Yeah, wish I could say the same for Kim. Look, they said they were going to take me home. Why am I here?
Eric: I need you to show me what's under your blouse.
Amy: You're kidding, right? You're going to sexually harass me now?
Eric: You know what this is about, Amy.
Amy: No, actually, I don't.
Eric: I need you to lift up your shirt.
[Amy lifts her shirt up, revealing a price tag on the shirt underneath]
Amy: Okay, Kim and I were into shoplifting. We didn't hurt anyone.
Eric: Well, you obviously pissed somebody off, because Kim had five thousand dollars in her purse and now she's dead.

Lieutenant: I noticed you have mud on your shoes.
Arnold: I'm a gardener.
Lieutenant: I ask you because we found mud inside the Bowers' home.
Arnold: So?
Lieutenant: You told us that you never went inside.
Arnold: Oh. I forgot. I went in to pick up my payment. Mrs. Bowers left it in an envelope.
Lieutenant: What time was that?
Arnold: 6:00, I think.
Lieutenant: Was she home?
Arnold: She was in the shower.
John: Oh, how do you know that? Were you watching her?
Arnold: I heard the water running.
Lieutenant: Really?
Arnold: You think I killed Mrs. Bowers?
Lieutenant: If the shoe fits, my friend...
Arnold: I pull weeds and I leave. Got no idea who killed that lady.

Mary: Counterfeit?
Eric: You ran off with $3.2 million in fake hundred strapped to your back.
Lieutenant: Gonna make one hell of a story for the cell block.
Mary: Doesn't make sense. We pulled it right out of that truck. Didn't even have time to open the bags.
Lieutenant: Well, I guess somebody beat you to it, didn't they?
Mary: But the truck came right from the bank.
Lieutenant: Yes, it did. Eric, go over to Dade Mutual and retrace the steps of the money, please.
Mary: Hey, what happens to me?
Lieutenant: Twenty years to life.
Mary: Twenty years for stealing counterfeit cash? The money isn't even real.
Lieutenant: Killing somebody was.

Paul: [his head of security has been arrested] Torture? Why would he want to do that?
Eric: Because Matthew was pursuing one of your girls and not paying your fees, and you didn't like that.
Paul: Good luck proving that.
Lieutenant: That's what we do. And guess what? You're next.

Horatio: [Voice full of concern] You okay, Frank?
Frank: [Taking a deep breath and shaking his head while looking around the wooded crime scene] Been nineteen years, Horatio, I don't know if I'll ever be okay.
Horatio: And that's exactly what makes you good, my friend.
Horatio: I'll be up on the road.
[He leaves Frank to place a picture of the young victim at the base of a tree]

[Caine is looking at a shark jaw and stuffed swordfish, sailfish, giant grouper on a wall]
Gabriela: Something you need?
Lieutenant: Possibly. These your husband's?
Gabriela: Um-hmm. He likes to mount all his trophies.
Lieutenant: I bet that makes you feel special, huh?

Dwayne: Nice cakes.
Calleigh: Oh... CHARMING.

Dave: You can change all you want. You can't escape your past.

Lieutenant: [while he and Ryan are going over evidence] What about Sal's tie?
Ryan: Nope, nothing.
Lieutenant: What about inside Sal's tie?
[he grabs a scalpel and cuts the tie open, finding blood inside]
Ryan: Horatio, I... mmm... didn't know... I don't know what to say.
Lieutenant: Not to worry; that's Sal's job now.

Calleigh: And Moreno's wife said he liked to stay up late and watch TV. My guess is he got jumped right in the middle of Letterman.
Tim: Top ten ways to get your head blown off.

Vince: All right, look. I know how this looks, and what you guys might be thinking, but I did not hurt Connie.
Detective: Explain, then, why you swapped out her mouth guard with one laced with ipecac.
Vince: Uh, I didn't.
Detective: You molded it yourself, idiot.
Lieutenant: Which means we can match it to you.
Vince: Look, not my finest hour, I will admit that.
Lieutenant: It's also gonna bring you an assault charge.
Vince: Look, Connie was a monster on the track. Okay, the only chance my team had of winning is if she wasn't playing. All right? Besides, ipecac is harmless.
Lieutenant: Unlike the beating you gave her.
Vince: No, I didn't. I just- I wanted to get her a little sick so she couldn't play.
Detective: You got money riding on this?
Vince: No, I just want to see my team win.
Detective: Well, I'm the biggest sports fan you'll ever meet, but that is just plain stupid.

[first lines]
Sam: We have several rental properties available right now in Hialeah.
Lieutenant: I'd rather have them closer to the city.
Susie: Horatio... I told you, just because I slept with your brother does not make us your problem.
Lieutenant: No, but it makes you my family.

Alexx: Unreasonable acts are all I see.
Horatio: Amen to that.

[first lines]
Natalia: Hey, Calleigh.
Calleigh: Hi!
Natalia: I'm sort of surprised to see you. I thought you'd be taking a personal day.
Calleigh: Why's that?
Natalia: Well, didn't Eric get out of the hospital yesterday?
Calleigh: Yeah, he did. The department lawyers have advised that he and I not have any contact until the investigation into the armory shooting is closed.
Natalia: Well, you at least got a chance to tell him that you didn't try to shoot him on purpose, though, right?
Calleigh: But I did shoot at him. He was a suspect fleeing an active crime scene.

Calleigh: That's not fair. Why do you get to go?
Eric: Because I was there when Horatio ordered the helicopter.
Calleigh: But if you're going to search the whole city by air, don't you need an extra set of eyes?
Eric: We're just working Zellar and Davis' comfort zones. Thermal viewer.
Calleigh: The body is cold by now.
Eric: Well, thermal viewer can detect vegetation distress caused by proximity to a decaying cadaver.
Calleigh: I expect pictures.

[Calleigh and Speed have gone to see Vivian, a Southern woman, who bought an artifact that is evidence in a crime they are trying to solve]
Tim: You just destroyed any fingerprints the killer might have left.
Vivian: Well I had no idea,
[feigning regret]
Vivian: I'm terribly sorry.
Tim: Yeah, sure you are. You know what, we're going to need to take that from you anyway.
Vivian: Oh no you don't. This cross is mine until you youngsters bring me a warrant from a sitting judge.
Tim: Is that the sacred part you were talking about there, Vivian?
Vivian: You must be a Yankee.
Tim: Yeah, I'm from Jamaica, Queens.
Calleigh: He's doing his best to serve the great state of Florida, Mrs. Kensington. He's a bit of a rebel himself. So if, uh, if it wouldn't be too much trouble would you mind if we got the name of the person who sold you the artifact?
Vivian: Well I might just be able to find that information for YOU somewhere.

Daniel: [Pointing] You see those cattails?
[She nods]
Daniel: They're an Everglades' grave marker. Runoff from the sugar farms makes them grow. If they aren't delt with, they'll take over the entire Glades.
Kaylee: So, what you're saying is that, where there's cattails, there's no other life?
[He nods]

Lieutenant: Mrs. Lansing, your husband was murdered.
Amy: Well, that doesn't make any sense.
Lieutenant: Maybe not now, but it will.

Horatio: [finds Eric at Tim Speedle's grave] Eric.
Eric: [smiles] Took your advice, went to see someone.
Horatio: What did he tell you?
Eric: That I'm having transitory hallucinations; brain's building new pathways, still a bit messed up.
Horatio: And that your condition would be ongoing?
Eric: The fragments are still in there and he gave me some medication: should be OK.
Horatio: [understanding] Eric, come to me next time, OK?
Eric: [smiles] Yeah, I will.
[sees Tim standing in the distance]
Eric: . I thought Speedle was back, now I'm saying goodbye all over again.
Horatio: It never gets any easier, does it?
Eric: No.
[Tim smiles and starts to walk away]
Eric: You ever see him, H?
Horatio: [very emotionally] Every day. Every day.

Lieutenant: Here's what I need you to do. Call this in. We've got a female kidnap vic, location unknown.
Officer: Anything else to go on?
Lieutenant: All we've got is that phone.
Officer: What's her status?
Lieutenant: She's either dead or dying.

Frank: Gun bluing? You think the prints can uh, survive the hot water and the bleach?
Calleigh: Well, the button is brass, so I think it's entirely possible a print could have gotten etched onto it and then the chlorine would have set it. If you add the selenious acid with the copper sulfate... if a print's there, it'll show up.
[seeing the residue stick to the print]
Calleigh: I wonder if there's a match.

Lieutenant: Keith, listen to me. When someone lies to me, it really, really hurts my feelings. You're Starling's boy. You've been with him the whole time, right? Go.
Eric: How did he get you to do it? Money?
Keith: You cops are all the same. You think people are just motivated by money.
Eric: We know you worship Starling. How did he convince you to kill a cop?
Keith: What are you talking about? Nobody said...
Lieutenant: A police officer was killed. A police officer was murdered. That's on you. In the state of Florida, Keith, it's a mandatory death sentence.

Ryan: Well, it's justifiable homicide, if you ask me.
Natalia: I agree. But we're just supposed to analyze the evidence, not pass judgement.

Lieutenant: Arnold Hollings is good for this. These results place him in the victim's car.
Evan: No. It says that he was in *a* car when an airbag deployed. But what if he crashed his own car?
Lieutenant: On the same day his employer was murdered?
Evan: It's possible. That's all a judge cares about. Besides, wasn't the guy a gardener? So, possible that the residue on his clothes came from fertilizer or weed killer.
Lieutenant: So grant me the warrant, we'll confirm the Griess test, and get him off the street.
Evan: Is this even an accepted application of the Griess in any county in Florida?
Lieutenant: Not yet.
Evan: Oh. So you're bringing me junk science, is that it? You trying to put a loss in my column? I don't think so. Besides, I agree with your partner, Sullivan, on this one.
Lieutenant: [surprised] He was here?
Evan: Yeah. Helping me to put the husband away. Slam dunk.

Eric: Sorry I'm late. I was busy.
Tim: Busy with the left hand?
Eric: [smirking] Very funny.

Tara: Why target a fashion boutique? It seems so random.
Horatio: On the contrary, This was by design.

Tim: [watching a news report of Lorenzo Escalente's mistrial] I can't believe we're letting this jackass walk.

Det. Mac Taylor: Found this in the elevator shaft. There's no hilt, which means it doesn't leave a mark.
Doorman Kevin Dowell: Anybody could have stabbed him.
Det. Mac Taylor: When our lab tests the blood on your uniform and it matches Michael Jr.'s, that "anyone" becomes you. Specificity of DNA. You got back on the elevator, you dropped this down the shaft. Unfortunately for you, you dropped something else.
[Mac pulls out an evidence baggie]
Det. Mac Taylor: Would you mind holding up your arms, please?
[Kevin holds up his arms, and Mac compares the tassel to his uniform]
Det. Mac Taylor: Missing tassel. I imagine when you were wiping the blood off, the tassel was severed. You're the only doorman in Michael Hanover, Sr.'s last will and testament. The lawyers released it after we picked you up. There's an interesting thing here on page fifty-one. "For saving my life by administering emergency CPR when I sustained a heart attack, keeping me alive until the paramedics arrived, I leave the sum of one million dollars to Kevin Dowell, payable in full upon my death."
[flashback]
Michael: A million, Kevin. You're in my will.
[present]
Det. Mac Taylor: Only you got impatient. Tried to speed up the process. So you had Hanover killed. That brings us to Penrod. Monster like him, what's his connection to a hardworking guy like you?
Doorman Kevin Dowell: Every good doorman needs a dealer. He's been mine for ten years. Drugs, women. Every kind of kink, you name it. Got to keep the tenants happy. There's nothing Penrod won't do.
Det. Mac Taylor: For a price.
[cut scene of Horatio arresting Penrod]
Davey: I don't know what you're talking about
Lieutenant: I'm talking about murder and conspiracy to commit murder.
[flashback]
Davey: [on the phone] Now, I told you. Half a mil and I'm in. All right, now give me the address. All right, hold on. Seven-oh-two Star Island. Now, I got an ID. Don't worry. Got a lowlife nobody'll miss.
Det. Mac Taylor: [to Dowell] That "lowlife" was an undercover New York City police officer. You couldn't have drawn more attention if you'd sent up a flare.

[a body is missing from the morgue]
Ryan: You know, what I want to know is how Ed got up and got out of here without any one seeing him.
Dr. Alexx Woods: Hey. My staff isn't trained to watch the living.

Dr. Keith Winters: We keep a computerized log of every procedure. Now, after Sara's death, Carlos suggested that we... erase the record, and I refused. Unfortunately, doctor-patient confidentiality prevents me from showing you anything without a warrant.
Calleigh: [handing said warrant to Dr. Winters] Oh, here you go. Be careful. The ink's still wet.

Dr. Tom Loman: Horatio, I've been doing this work a long time. I've seen my share, but... Esteban... he needs to be stopped.

Principal: Lieutenant Caine. Bill Roland. I'm the principal.
Lieutenant: Okay, Bill. SWAT is on the way. Any sign of Jeff Wilton?
Principal: None. He could have slipped into the assembly with the other students.
Lieutenant: Okay, I'm going to need everybody out of the building right now.
Principal: I don't want to create a panic.
[screaming is heard, followed by a fire alarm]
Lieutenant: Something just did, Bill. Everybody out. Everybody out, Bill!

Lieutenant: Do you smell bleach?
John: [sniffing] Mm-hmm.
Lieutenant: Mr. Bowers, have you been doing some cleaning?
Steve: I told you. I-I haven't been home.

Lieutenant: Hey, Jack. You miss being a real cop?
Jack: You're just full of them today, aren't you?
Lieutenant: You have no idea!

Lieutenant: [to an abusive parent] Not only are you a bully, you're a coward.

Ryan: It's Wolfe. Did you post the beach boy yet?
Dr. Tom Loman: I'm sorry, but your DB is not the only DB in town.
Ryan: We got nothing out here. We'd like to finish this up, if that's okay.
Dr. Tom Loman: Ryan, I am currently with another body. I'll get to your guy as soon...
[Wolfe hangs up]
Dr. Tom Loman: Well, that was rude.

Megan: You thinking bomb?
Lieutenant: Well, the jury's still out. Welcome back, Megan. Why do you ask?
Megan: You're the expert.
Lieutenant: Well, no gas washing, no pitting, no thinning of metal, no thermal effect. We still have to swab for RDX, PETN, but I think we'll know more when the evidence comes in.
Megan: NTSB told us to hold off on recovery.
Lieutenant: Yeah, but they're not here yet, are they?
Megan: Horatio, we've been through this before.
Lieutenant: ValuJet in '96; I recall it well.
Megan: Then I don't need to remind you that feds have jurisdiction over any air crash. They deputize local agencies. We're working for them.

Calleigh: [entering the room where Delko is processing the murder weapon] Are you tied up?
Eric: Cute.
Calleigh: Did somebody beat me to it?
Eric: How about the entire day shift.

Dr. Alexx Woods: Shame to have to kill an animal for doing what comes naturally.
Jeff: Guys, we can't kill this animal. I mean, it's endangered. It's Federally protected.
Lieutenant: Okay. Let's irrigate its stomach, then.
Jeff: All right. Let's just see what he coughs up.

Eric: [at their crime scene] How bad is it?
Detective: Massacre.

Calleigh: Aren't you supposed to be off this case?
Dr. Alexx Woods: Jones got the report. Can't help it if I can read upside down.

Horatio: [gunshots] Nice Shot.
Calleigh: Hey
Horatio: Are you busy?
Calleigh: Oh, I'm up to my ass in alligators.
Calleigh: There was a big shooting on the causeway yesterday. 54 expended rounds, not to mention Detective Hagen is riding me like a Gulfstream Park pony.

Lieutenant: Where's the boy?

Tim: She looked him right in the eyes when he was killing her.
Horatio: And he looked back.

Lieutenant: I'm unarmed.
Mathew: It's Horatio Caine. You know, you look just like you do on TV. You know, like... like when you found that Walsh baby last year. Nobody thought you'd find that kid alive.
Lieutenant: I need the woman.
Mathew: I want a helicopter. And I want $100,000.
Lieutenant: This is not a negotiation.

Eric: [about Tim Speedle] Do you ever see him, H?
Horatio: [smiles] Every day.

Eric: Car's stolen.
Calleigh: Based on...?
Eric: Based on the screwdriver in the ignition.

Dean: Look, I'm-I'm really, really sorry about the window. Uh, I-I'll pay for it, I promise.
Horatio: So, you admit you fired the weapon?
Dean: Yeah, but I think the hotel's way overreacting. You know, you didn't have to send out the SWAT team.

Lieutenant: We believe that a DNA test will confirm the blood found on Hollings will match the victim.
Evan: You have a pinhead-sized sample of blood. You can't run that for DNA.
Jesse: For one test, we can.
Evan: Yeah, the defense has the right to run their own DNA test. And if you use the sample up, there's none left for them.
Jesse: You're saying if we test it, we can't use it against the guy, and if we don't test it, we can't get the guy.
Evan: Yeah, that's the law. Excuse me, I have to be in court.
Jesse: Well, the law just screwed us.

[Elle is being accused of murdering the sorority sisters who tormented her in college]
Joanna: If my daughter did this, it's because she was driven to it.

Calleigh: You know, it's bad enough when you're in that awkward stage between boy and cold-blooded killer, but it's even worse when grandma's kiss links you to the scene.

Calleigh: Damn!
Ryan: Everything OK?
Calleigh: My firearms proficiency is up. Six months goes by fast.
Ryan: Well, you left firearms. So it's not such a big deal is it?
Calleigh: I like to stay current.

Horatio: How'd you get that burn on your face?
Clavo: That's a razor burn. I get too many ingrown.
Horatio: Wrong! It's from an airbag!

Brady: [angrily to Erica] You're not a journalist you're a jackal!

Lieutenant: You... are under arrest for solicitation of murder and rape.
Neal: You have no evidence.
Lieutenant: I am *loaded* with evidence, my friend.
Neal: What are you gonna do? You're gonna kill me out here?
Lieutenant: You know what? Believe me, that's a tempting offer. But for today, I'm going to show you what the next thirty years is going to be like.
Neal: And how are you gonna do that?
[Perkins gets tossed through the trailer's back window]

Lieutenant: This wasn't a beating.
[Holding out the weapon]
Lieutenant: It was a stoning.
Natalia: You serious? That's archaic.
Lieutenant: Downright Biblical.

Calleigh: Horatio's got a suspect on ice. He won't stay that way forever. I'm taking this to DNA.
Jim: OK, but this is my lab now.
Calleigh: All due respect, this is my evidence. You want the results, I'll be in DNA.

Matthew: I bet you're wondering why it had to be like this. It was my last resort, the only way I could get people to believe me. No one knew what i'd put in motion, but I knew that the officers from Miami Dade Police Department could decipher my message. I needed people with no agenda, people who would follow an investigation no matter where it went. we make choices ever day, some we're conscious of, others we're not. These choices affect others, not just ourselves and not always in good ways. For that I'm truly sorry. But we all must follow our own path, no matter where it leads. And I hope I can be forgiven for my mistakes. I'm not perfect, but then again, none of us are. These choices, they're up to all of you now and I pray you make them with the same ethic I've tried to live by; in the end, I guess that all that matters is that you try to leave this place a little better than when you got here. The time is now."

[to the mother of a kidnapped little girl]
Horatio: I can assure you, this man's interest in Emma is not monetary.

Jesse: So, Sergeant Tripp called. They found nothing at Mathew Sloan's last known address.
Lieutenant: Okay, thank you. You picked up right where you left off, huh?
Jesse: You don't mind if I start early, see this through?
Lieutenant: You never have to ask, Jesse.

Detective: Where have you been?
Calleigh: I took a drive... got some fresh air... I apprehended an escaped felon.

Suspect: I swear. I didn't touch her.
Calleigh: You don't have to touch somebody to shoot 'em.

[about medical procedure]
Alexx: When the IV fails, they have to give it directly to the heart. You know, Uma Thurman, Pulp Fiction.

Ryan: You found the body, didn't you?
Nathan: When I thought my parents' divorce couldn't get any worse, I find the body of my dad's girlfriend.
Ryan: Girlfriend? I thought that was your parents' trainer.
Nathan: Oh, she was. 'Till my mom caught them going at it a few months ago.
Ryan: And your mother was... very angry about this?
Nathan: Not really. She was too busy with the pool guy to really care.

Dr. Alexx Woods: You're not even going to ask me why she'd slip Dennis eyedrops?
Calleigh: I'm a lawyer's daughter. I don't ask a question that I have the answer to.

Brad: I have rights!
Horatio: You violated your rights so shut up!

Megan: Nice thing about hair, it grows at an even rate, about a half an inch a month.
Tim: Gives us a nice time line.
Megan: Yeah, she'd been using antidepressants for the past year, Prozac and Zoloft, six months ago she smoked some pot.
Tim: And they say blondes have more fun.

Horatio: Alright, be on the lookout for an Eastern European male with bad teeth who may have access to an ape.

Horatio: Well, you know what they say, Frank: Speed kills.

Calleigh: Do you honestly think he's innocent?
Eric: I think that we're both after the same thing. The Truth.

Frank: You okay?
Calleigh: Yeah, I guess. It's just when you're a kid, spring break is supposed to be the best part of your life, not the worst.
Frank: Yeah. Got anything to go on?
Calleigh: First and foremost, it's clearly a body dump.
Frank: Yeah. A cherry of a dump site. Hell, almost every hotel in this town uses this place.
Calleigh: So they all send their sheets here?
Frank: Yeah.
Calleigh: Well, that's gonna make IDing the body a challenge.

Lieutenant: [their victim had come to Florida for spring break] It should have been the time of her life, Alexx. Not the end of it.

Lieutenant: [Looking at map, for a place the victim could get alcohol] What is at Sixth and Colton?
Dave: The Rum Room! I bet you can buy some alcohol there.
Lieutenant: I bet you can too, Dave.

Darren: My clerk tells me you want to cash a check for $100,000?
Ryan: Actually, we want to give you an IOU.
Darren: Funny. Get out of here, or I'm going to call the cops.
Calleigh: Look, we are the cops, okay? We've got a hostage situation. People's lives are at stake. Here's our paperwork.
Darren: O-Okay, y-you know what? You can't just come in here and clean me out, okay? I mean, how am I gonna get my money back?
Calleigh: I understand what you're saying, and I'm sorry. But if you have any other questions, you're gonna have to get in contact with Horatio Caine.

Eric: Hey, Cal.
Calleigh: We narrowed the geographical profile of our suspect.
Eric: [derisive laugh] What'd he do, hawk up his address?
Calleigh: Yeah. Take a look.
Eric: [looking under a microscope] What is it?
Calleigh: Mercury, asbestos, and lead. Kerosene, distilled petroleum. It's jet fuel.
Eric: Ground Zero.
Calleigh: There are thousands of cases of upper respiratory inflammation reported by people who were living in the vicinity of the 9/11 attack. So, I'm thinking our suspect routinely expectorates phlegm in order to clear his throat.
Eric: Dad might have been in New York on business during 9/11.
Calleigh: Except I don't think the Spelmans are the kind of people who would spit in the house. I'm going to compare the DNA to the parents, but I'm thinking that the spit belongs to our killer.
Eric: They call Miami the Sixth Borough. Guy might've moved down here, be a local by now.
Calleigh: I'll run it against local databases.

Lieutenant: You guys couldn't find you ass with both hands.

[finding incriminating evidence at a crime scene]
Horatio: The killer just made their second mistake.
Yelena: What was his first?
Horatio: First mistake was murder.

[first lines]
[Horatio & Eric arrive upon the scene of an airplane crash]
Eric: [to phone] Flight 906, outbound Miami to D.C. Dropped off the radar at 0820, crashed right after takeoff.
Lieutenant: How many on board?
Eric: [to Horatio] NTSB confirms 2 pilots, 6 passengers - total of 8 souls.
Lieutenant: 8 souls unaccounted for, OK.

Jason: Is my dad in trouble?
Lieutenant: You know, Jason... I'm gonna get him some help. Okay? How'd it happen?
Jason: I don't know. It just hurt. The doctor said it was a hair fracture.
Lieutenant: You know, I know you're scared. And I know you don't wanna talk about it. I understand the situation... very well. You want to make your dad happy, so you tell the truth. You want to make your mom happy, so you tell a lie. The judge makes a decision, right? And he makes the wrong one.
[he nods]
Lieutenant: Jason... I know that your mom is hurting you. And I want you to know that it's not your fault.
Jason: I don't wanna lie anymore.
Lieutenant: I know you don't, and I'm gonna fix it so you never have to tell another lie again.
Jason: Dad never hurt me. Mom said she was scared that he'd take me away.
Lieutenant: Right. I believe you. And I'm gonna make this all right. All right?
Jason: Okay.
Lieutenant: All right, now. Hang in there.

[Calleigh's father unexpectedly shows up at CSI]
Calleigh: [suspiciously] Okay, what's happened now?
Kenwall: Why do you always make it sound so bad?
Calleigh: Did mom take you back?

Mathew: Darren Ripley's gonna get what's been coming to him, right?
Lieutenant: Yes. But now he's facing felony counterfeit charges, Mathew. You should have come to me first.
Mathew: Not everybody can live in Miami, man. Out here in the sticks, we got a bunch of Keystone Cops that never make the 6:00 news, but you... you all over TV. Helping people.
Lieutenant: So your answer is to commit a crime in my backyard.
Mathew: Well, it worked, didn't it? I got justice.
Lieutenant: Yes, but now you're a felon. And as a felon, Mathew, you need to turn yourself in.
Mathew: No, not yet. You got the person that ruined my life, but not the one that took all I had left.
Lieutenant: Who would that be?
Mathew: That's what I need you to find out.
Lieutenant: What happens, Mathew, if I find you first?

[viewing video footage of their suspect, to corroborate her alibi]
Eric: [realizing Amanda was masturbating] I'm guessing, but... I think we can probably find thousands of witnesses all over the world who could corroborate her alibi.
Calleigh: [turning the video off, half-smiling] Then we do not need two more.

Lieutenant: Jimmy, to avoid a date with the needle, you need to testify.

Aiden: Thanks for letting me work Trace on this.
Mac: Well, you do a bodega for Danny, you should be able to touch a big case like this. Figure out what had Mr. Hanover so blue?
Aiden: [retrieving a test result print-out] "Propylene glycol dicocoate, alkyl benzoate, ozokerite." A high concentration of titanium dioxide and iron dioxide. Cosmetic makeup.
Mac: High pigment?
Aiden: Practically opaque.
Mac: Stage makeup.
Aiden: Mm-hmm. So whoever hit her knees was probably in a play.

Detective: The only surprise there is the ex didn't find a stash of violent porn.
Lieutenant: So you think his alibi is going to clear him, huh?
Detective: Read the M.E.'s report again. She was killed at approximately seven p.m.
Lieutenant: "Approximately" seven p.m. Time of death is always the most fluid aspect of any crime. I mean, even you should know that.

Horatio: You know sometimes... sometimes people look different in pictures.
Eugene: Then how do you know it's them?
Horatio: That... that is an excellent point.

Mr. Jones: You ever seen a gator comin' toward you in a sewer? Hell, you don't talk to the som'bitch, you shoot it.

Detective: May I help you?
Lieutenant: My name is Caine, Miami CSI. I'm investigating a double murder case.
Detective: Detective Mac Taylor. Crime scene unit, first grade. I'm listening.
Lieutenant: Two nights ago in Miami, double murder case. A married couple. And I was... I was assuming that Murdoch here was my suspect.
Detective: Narco unit. We think he was killed about three days ago. Strangled, probably a belt.
Lieutenant: So that could mean that my suspect killed Murdoch, took his identity, went South, did my murders. It could also mean that we're chasing the same man.
Detective: You think he's in New York? Well, one way or another, everything's connected. Brought you to me.
Lieutenant: Trail ends here. I want first bite at prosecution. As you know, Florida has the death penalty.
Detective: So does New York.
Lieutenant: Yes, but you have not executed since '76.
Detective: Politics.
Lieutenant: Mac, I have a sixteen year old girl who is suddenly without both parents. I have promised her peace of mind.
Detective: I got an officer's widow who'd like some answers. We got a deal.

Drake: You said our DNA was contained in a single cell. How do we escape that?
Horatio: Your family? You stop procreating.

Eric: What's your plan "B"?
Calleigh: Gun Vault.
[enters gun vault, smiles, and sighs]
Calleigh: Be still my heart.

Eric: [Ryan is playing a game an earlier bank robbery was based on] Any progress yet?
Ryan: No, I can't get past this level. Because you keep shooting me!
Eric: What?
Ryan: Not you, the cop in this game...

Creepy: Come on, Blondie, flash me.
Calleigh: [turns to reveal badge and gun] That hot enough for ya, or do you want to see my gun permit?

Tim: We can't prove that he told his wife to close the safe.
Lieutenant: Yes, but any plan proves premeditation. And that means he knew exactly what he was doing.

Calleigh: So you're going to shave before you go to IAB?
Tim: It's a polygraph test, not a portrait.
Calleigh: Well, you know, presentation is everything.

[to a bad-tempered ME]
Alexx: I suggest you worry less about alimony and more about the victim. But, hey, that's just me.

Horatio: When you have everything, sometimes it feels like nothing.

[to a DA]
Calleigh: I didn't realize evidence took sides.

[at a car accident scene]
Eric: Do you think they were killed in the crash?
Alexx: Not unless they each crashed into a bullet.

Detective: Sometimes you gotta dance with the devil to get out of hell.

Ryan: [sarcastically to suspect] Oh, you've got an alibi.
[to Calliegh]
Ryan: He's got an alibi.
Calleigh: We love alibis.

Lieutenant: So, Fred, what can you tell me?
Fred: Well, elemental composition of the bullet that Dr. Woods pulled out of the victim matches the batch of bullets that were found at the house. Now, it doesn't put the gun in Bowers' hand, but this is, uh, pretty definitive.
Calleigh: Excuse me, but I believe that analysis is flawed.
Fred: Are you questioning my science?
Calleigh: No, I'm not questioning the science, just the interpretation... sir.
Fred: I don't know if they told you at that fancy institute, but bullets packaged at the same time and from the same batch are elementally identical.
Lieutenant: Hang on a second, Fred. Officer Duquesne, continue, please.
Calleigh: A study done by the Department of Justice is finding that bullets packaged months apart in separate batches can have the same lead composition. Therefore, your link between the husband and the victim is unfounded. I mean, anyone could own this bullet.
Lieutenant: Fred, did we see this study?
Fred: It's worked for 40 years, Horatio. That's good enough for me.
Lieutenant: But, Fred, things are changing, and we need to change with them.
Fred: We don't have any other way to compare bullets. You drop the ball on this one, and we're back to zero. What do we do then?
Lieutenant: Look for more evidence. Officer Duquesne?
Calleigh: Yes, sir?
Lieutenant: Can I have a word?

Det. Frank Tripp: [to Terry Yarnell] Waters!
[Terry turns around]
Det. Frank Tripp: Dumbass. Gets 'em every time.

[victim is lying dead on the floor, with a knife in his head]
Ryan: Knife missing from this block could be our murder weapon.
Alexx: [sarcastically] Nice work, Ryan. Think you may have cracked the case.
Ryan: Thanks. I have a keen grasp of the obvious.

Lieutenant: Look at this high-velocity spatter right here. And more interesting is this.
Eric: That's a partial print. It's a little low on the wall, isn't it?
Lieutenant: Whoever did this slipped in the blood, and then attempted to break their fall with that print.
Eric: Well, the print's on top of the spatter.
Lieutenant: Means the blood had time to dry.
Eric: Gives us a timeline.
Lieutenant: We are to believe, Eric, that this kid killed this woman, waited for the spatter to dry, and then slipped and fell in the blood pool.
[Delko's phone chirps]
Eric: That was Tripp. He says the kid just confessed.
Lieutenant: The kid confessed? That was quick.
Eric: There's only forty-eight hours till his arraignment.
Lieutenant: In this system, that kid doesn't have forty-eight hours.

Waiter: I didn't touch her
Calleigh: You don't have to touch somebody to shoot them.

[the man who murdered Delko's sister Marisol has escaped from prison]
Eric: We'll get him, H.
Lieutenant: If it's the last thing we do.

IAB: This is Lieutenant Rick Stetler. Who am I speaking with?
Mathew: Rule number one: I ask the questions!
IAB: Listen, uh... we're gonna have to work together.
Mathew: No, you listen to me. Get me Horatio Caine. I will only talk to him!
IAB: Lieutenant Caine is in the field right now. It may take us some time to find him.
Mathew: Well, how about ten minutes? Hmm? And after that... a hostage dies.

Frank: So what do you think about a suspect?
Horatio: [Thinking about how brutal the stabbing is] How about the city of Miami?

Ryan: The most dangerous kind of criminal is the one that doesn't care.

Jesse: Horatio, I still got five hours left in my shift.
Lieutenant: Megan is out in the field. I need your eyes.
Jesse: I'll head over to the canal.
Lieutenant: No. The primary; the Bowers' home. Someone used bleach on the living room.
Jesse: You got a pump spray?
[Horatio tosses him one]
Jesse: All right.

Calleigh: [Quickly walking through the break room] Hi guys, bye guys.
Eric: [Stopping her] Hey, Calleigh, I heard you busted the stereo man.
Calleigh: Hey, I heard you found out who the car crash victim really is.
Tim: Yup, he was a bad guy.
Calleigh: You know, maybe not all bad.
Tim: I think the mob would disagree about 1.5 million times.
Calleigh: Yeah, but you know, I was thinking. If he hadn't have stolen from the mob, then he never would have become a beach bum in Florida and then he never would have got picked up by the hurricane. Then if he hadn't got picked up by the hurricane he would have never hit Burton's car, and if it wasn't for hitting Burton's car, Burton would have gotten away with murder.
Eric: [Smiling] Leave it to you, Calleigh, to find something good to come out of a hurricane.
Calleigh: [Smiling] They do alleviate global warming.
[She leaves]
Tim: [to Eric] She's way too cheerful.

Ryan: Thank you very much for driving me to the ER.
Eric: No problem. Look, you ever mention anything about Delko time again, you're going to need to rent a room in this place.
Ryan: Fair enough.

Lieutenant: Hey, Laura. I think it's important for you to be in a safe place right now.
Laura: Safe?
Lieutenant: Yeah. They're probably going to broadcast on the news that you survived the attack.
Laura: You mean he could come back?
Lieutenant: No, when...
[Laura starts to cry]
Lieutenant: When... Laura... Laura, listen to me. Laura, I am going to find this man. He is not going to hurt you again. But I need you to be in a safe place until I do. You understand? I want you to go with those officers until I find him. The next time you see my face, you're going to know that you're safe. I promise. Okay?

[describing a victim]
Horatio: Jeans, T-shirt... K-Mart socks.
Det. Frank Tripp: Big spender.

Ryan: It must've been hard to let Philip into your home.
Hayley: Like Robert said, he's family.
Ryan: He's not your family.
Hayley: I consider him to be, look, what is this about?

Natalia: So you just decided that you're teach him a lesson? You're gonna release a wild dog on him today?
Janice: [Scoffing] Oh, please. Look at me -- I don't handle wild animals. I Wear Them.

Detective: [after he, Calleigh, and a patrol officer walk into an ambush] Calleigh's in there pulling rounds out of the wall. I'm glad they're not pulling 'em out of me.

[last lines]
Christina: [voice-over] To whom it may concern: I hope I'm not writing this letter in vain... But I feel I have a responsibility to those who depend on us... To those who expect us to deliver an honest and fair accounting... I feel a responsibility to speak the truth... For those innocent victims who are powerless to speak it themselves... Because without the truth, we ourselves become powerless... Christina Colucci.

Lieutenant: The man has mud on his shoes. He had access to the victim. You're releasing him.
John: While you were doing your little science experiment, I did some real police work. The husband wasn't on a business trip. He was riding the high horse with some little cocktail waitress from Miami Shores.
Lieutenant: I want to talk to the girl.
John: I already did. She said "He wanted a divorce, but he couldn't afford it." You wanted motive. There's your motive. Open and shut. I'm hungry. Let's go eat.

Lieutenant: He is obviously lying.
Detective: Well, his lips were moving. Of course he's lying.

Ryan: I took this criminalist seminar, evaluating evidence, the visiting lecturer said that the CSI's job is to think outside the box; "Sometimes the best tool is the stud attached to your earring," She said.
[Then looking at her]
Ryan: Those are nice earrings by the way.
Calleigh: [Smiling back at him] You took my class!

[during an autopsy]
Calleigh: What is that? Some kind of insect?
Alexx: It's an ant.
[to the corpse]
Alexx: Girl, you need an exterminator.

Eric: H, I got your text. What's going on?
Lieutenant: I got a woman, brutally assaulted, eight months pregnant.
Natalia: Baby gonna make it?
Lieutenant: Too soon to tell.
Eric: That falls under "expectation of death".
Natalia: That allows us to investigate before there's a murder.
Lieutenant: I want all hands on deck.
Eric: I'll get everyone.
Lieutenant: They are gonna pay.

Calleigh: They blocked off the causeway. How do you expect to get through?
Ryan: That's why I got the brass pass!

Eric: We're goin' home?
Lieutenant: [matter of factly] We're going home!

Carlos: This is way above your head, Lieutenant.
Horatio: It is a skill I perfected, Carlos.

Kenwall: That's the first drink I've had in six months. What do I do now? What happens now?
Calleigh: Take another one.
Kenwall: What? That's what got me here in the first place, Calleigh!
Calleigh: You came to me for help, I'm offering you help. Take another drink.

Ryan: [to Frank about what Frank asked him to do] Ah, so you need me to help you read...

[Calleigh catches Hank Kerner at gunpoint]
Calleigh: Drop the gun. Get down on the floor.
[Hank tries to move]
Calleigh: Uh-uh. There are two ways this goes down. Either way, you're dropping the gun.
Hank: If I give up now, I go to the chair.
Calleigh: Ten years of appeals, or you can go right now.

Natalia: We know how this happened.
Tanya: It's so hard. You have no idea.
Lieutenant: Actually, Mrs. Arrington, I do. And you knew if you followed this procedure and accused your husband of abuse, the court would probably side with you.
Tanya: I never meant to hurt my boy.
Lieutenant: There is no... no excuse for what you did. Ever.

Lieutenant: How'd you know to look here?
Eric: Water levels rise when it rains. Excess water gets diverted into these drainage pipes.
[wading in, he feels around in the water, finding mostly garbage, then pulls out a gun]
Eric: You said the killer used a nine-millimeter, right?
Lieutenant: I did.
Eric: Looks like a nine-mil. Sometimes things end up where you never expect. Pays to know your environment.
Lieutenant: And you know, Eric, that's the essence of good police work.
Eric: Yeah, I guess it is.
Lieutenant: I know it is. Nice job.

Detective: [Tripp has inadvertently stepped on a land mine] Horatio, you should take cover.
Lieutenant: I'm staying right here, Frank.

Jesse: So far, everything's consistent with the victim's injuries. There's three blood drops on the window. They seem out of place.
[spraying Luminol, then prying open a baseboard, then spraying the air around him]
Jesse: There's nothing on the ceiling or behind the baseboards. Cause of blood drops: undetermined.

Memmo: Are you a righteous man?
Lieutenant: I am a servant of the taxpayers, Memmo.
Memmo: You and I are not that much different. You do what you have to do to protect your people, just as I do.
Lieutenant: Which included killing my wife.
[flashback of Marisol getting shot]
Memmo: I did what I had to do. It was never personal, Caine.
Lieutenant: It was to me.
[flashback of Horatio's last moments with Marisol]
Lieutenant: It was to me.

Ryan: You always take his side.
Calleigh: Funny. He says the same thing about you.

Neil: When they cast me on this show, I thought it was BS. Paying me to date a dozen women? I fell in love with Grace for free.

Detective: [learning Horatio has re-opened the Abby Sandoval case] Just be careful, Horatio.
Horatio: If I did that, it would take all the fun out of it.

Walter: [finding an amputated leg] Visible decomp. Been here over a week, easy.
Ryan: Ashley's only been missing a day. This leg doesn't belong to her.
Walter: Where you going?
Ryan: I'm calling Horatio. This went from a missing person to a double murder.

Stella: So, did you get a hit on the master keys?
Danny: Got all four right here: Mom, Dad, Junior, and the doorman. Found machine marks on one of 'em, it was definitely copied.
Stella: Let me guess, the doorman.
Danny: Sorry, door number four. The key belonging to Mrs. Hanover.
Stella: [surprised] What?
Danny: Mm-hmm. Evidence Collection found it in her bag in her room. Look. Scratches are from the dupe machine. Someone made a copy of this key. The dupe was definitely used to get in the back door the night of the murders.
Stella: I don't get it. How does a monster like Penrod get involved with Mrs. Hanover?

Calleigh: [Calleigh about a fender-bender shooting] People might play nicer with a fender bender if they realized that 3 out 10 people stash a gun in their car.
Alexx: That true?
Calleigh: Yup.
Alexx: Then I'll think a little harder next time I flip someone the bird.

[stand-off with a suspect]
Calleigh: There are two ways this goes down, and either way, you're dropping the gun.

Eric: Somebody want to tell me what's going on?
Lieutenant: Marisol is in trouble.
Eric: Marisol, talk to me.
Marisol: I-I made a buy near the pier.
Lieutenant: I intervened on the arrest.
Eric: And?
Marisol: I lied to Lieutenant Caine. I said it was just for me, but I, um... I also bought for my group.
Eric: You bought for your entire cancer support group?
Marisol: They're in so much pain, Eric. Most of them can't get around.
Eric: How much, H?
Lieutenant: Five bags total.
Eric: Marisol, do you realize what you've done?
Marisol: I did it for them.
Eric: Look, I don't care who you did it for. You buy more than ounce with intention to distribute, it gets kicked up to a felony.

Calleigh: French lace. From the window at the Moreno house. It's also used in high-end toupees. Gives a more natural look to the hair line.
Tim: Lace on a rug?
Calleigh: Mmm-hmm.
Tim: Shoot me if it comes to that.

Ryan: [after the suspect says his alibi almost worked] Big difference between 'Almost' and Twenty-five to life.

Ryan: Meet our vic, Doug Govoli. Based on the castoff, looks like our victim didn't go down easy. In fact, I'd say he put up a pretty good fight.
Lieutenant: I would agree with that.

Calleigh: All of a sudden, evidence isn't just evidence.

Marc: [Attorney representing pornography producer] My client is a prominent businessman with strong ties to the community. He has a family and three little girls.
Lieutenant: Will they be appearing in your films, Mr. Jeffers, when they grow up... just out of curiosity?

Lieutenant: Calleigh, the bullet?
Calleigh: There was no bullet.
Lieutenant: Well how did the pilot get shot?
Calleigh: He didn't.
Lieutenant: [a close up of a rivet loosening appears. The pressure fires it through the cockpit where it hits the pilot] A rivet runs through it.

[transitioning between two parallel conversations]
Steve: Why do you want my shirt?
Calleigh: Because every contact you make, no matter how small, will leave a trace.
Lieutenant: It's called Locard's exchange principle.
Arnold: I don't get it.
Lieutenant: That's okay. We do.
Steve: Sounds like a lot of hocus-pocus.
Calleigh: Actually, there's an entire forensic discipline based on this principle.
Arnold: How come I've never heard of this on TV?
Lieutenant: Because guns make the news and science doesn't.

Mathew: One of y'all better negotiate with me!
IAB: Okay, I'm listening.
Mathew: Look, I want a copter and 100k.
IAB: All right, we'll work on that.
Mathew: Yeah, well, work faster, otherwise your cop Cardoza here is next. And no fed money. No banks, no dye packs. Go to one of those check-cashing places.
IAB: Yep, I know a place.
Mathew: Yeah, I know a place, too. There's one on Eighth and Gillpark. Royal Vista. Go there, and believe me, I'll know if you don't.

Calleigh: Ah, Lieutenant Dorsey. I'm Calleigh Duquesne.
Fred: You're late.
Calleigh: Yes, I am. I'm sorry. I-I got a little lost.
Fred: Well, don't just stand there all day. Got 1,700 guns need their serial numbers checked. Hope you got a good night's sleep.
Calleigh: I did. I slept very well, thank you.

Calleigh: [after Walter tells her where the eyeball should be] All right, let's start there.
Walter: [Shaking his head] Uh, no. I'm going to let you handle that one. Eyeballs are like my kryptonite!
Calleigh: [Big teasing smile] Good to know.

Dr. Alexx Woods: Horatio?
Horatio: Alexx, take a look at these tread marks. They go from black to light, and that is caused by what? Acceleration.
Dr. Alexx Woods: Hit and run. Suspect was speeding away.
Horatio: Nope. Point of rest, point of impact right in front of that tread.
Dr. Alexx Woods: You're telling me the driver meant to hit her?
Horatio: I'm telling you that our hit and run is now a murder.

Horatio: Speed, we have Dad's clothes with orange and purple fibers and ancillary hairs probably transferred by his attacker.
Tim: That's strange, 'cause I found seven different hairs and none of 'em were pulled.
Horatio: Okay, so the hairs were shed, and the fibers are from a community source.
Tim: Like from a blanket?
Horatio: Just like from a blanket. What else?
Tim: [showing him an evidence baggie] Found this, it's another piece. It's a coated piece of paper with a partial shoeprint. So, that icon on there, I ran it.
[showing him a search result]
Tim: We got SunStar Rental. Miami International.
Horatio: Calleigh has made a connection to New York. You know what that means? Our killer flew down here.

Calleigh: Dad, you walk as quiet as a mouse!

Horatio: Mr. Fisher, I understand that you've been trying to contact Sara Piper.
Vince: Cookie?... She's retired.
Horatio: That's the way I want to keep it.

Ryan: [to Calleigh] Haven't you ever pushed aside the dinner plates to get some?

Lieutenant: Five hundred dispos, we've never had a problem.
Detective: You take the dope out of evidence, re-analyze it to make sure nobody pulled a switcheroo, and then cart it across town? We should just burn it at CSI.
Lieutenant: Remind me to order the industrial-sized incinerator next time.
Detective: Dispo route's classified. Somebody was in on the secret.
Lieutenant: No such thing as a secret in Miami, Detective. Only useful information.

Lieutenant: I think Sam was murdered because someone decided there wasn't enough oxygen for all of you.
Keith: Well, good luck trying to prove that.
Lieutenant: You know, Mr. Palmer, I don't need luck.

Anna: I didn't tell you a lot of things.
Lieutenant: You were protecting your son, Anna. Like any good mother.

[recording a video for his wife]
Sam: Hey, honey, how you doing? I know we talked already. Keith wants us to make a video journal for our loved ones. So that's you. Guess what I am, uh, looking at right now. Florida. I am above you right now. I wish you were up here, Janet. I know you didn't support this trip. But maybe it took me coming up here to realize the only reason this trip means anything to me is because I get to come home to you. You're my world, baby. I love you with all my heart. I always will. See you soon.

[Eric pumps on a man's chest trying to reanimate him]
Eric: Come on, breathe!
Lieutenant: Eric. Eric! He's gone.
Eric: I lost him.
Lieutenant: It happens.
Eric: He could have told us something.
Lieutenant: We don't need him to.
Lieutenant: [looks around] We've got the whole story right here.

Ryan: [after Natalia accidentally steps on a piece of evidence] Next time, look with your eyes, not your feet.

Ryan: I haven't been able to ID her yet.
Dr. Tom Loman: [giving her a once-over] Hmm. Her name is Andrea Edison.
Ryan: How do you know that?
Dr. Tom Loman: Found her pass in her pocket for the ferry. She's the housekeeper for the mansion. You're welcome.

Ryan: I thought Peter Elliot was helping us?
Calleigh: He is. At my Request.
Ryan: Doesn't want to get his, uh, pretty suit dirty? Where is he?
Calleigh: I don't know. Maybe he's emailing Quantico. Having lunch with his fiancée.

Det. Frank Tripp: [replying to Ryan about why he brought him to the scene] Well, except for the amazing joy I get from irritating you...

Jose: *while pointing a gun at Lt. Caine in the courtroom* You're a dead man, Caine!
Lieutenant: *shoots the gunman immediately* Join the club.

Alexx: I can undress a dead body in my sleep.
Tim: I'm leaving that one alone.

Walter: This shouldn't be turned on.
Lieutenant: How do you mean?
Walter: I disconnected the battery before I processed it, and I left it that way.
IAB: Battery's still connected.
Walter: Yeah, I got eyes, pal.

Walter: [running a crime scene reconstruction] Not even close, H. Dummy cleared the building by five feet. And he's at least twenty feet from where the body landed.
Horatio: He was shot in the chest, so he wasn't running away from the shooter, was he?
Walter: Right, so if his horizontal speed can't increase, then his vertical distance has to.
Horatio: Maybe he fell from a higher height.
Walter: So, what are you thinking? Go floor by floor?
Horatio: Nope. I've got a better idea.
[on the roof a few minutes later]
Horatio: Here he comes, Walter.
Walter: [measuring the distance as the dummy lands] It's about four feet short, H.
Horatio: Well, that's a problem, Walter. I'm running out of real estate up here.

[to Horatio]
Det. Frank Tripp: Come on, don't you guys have some gizmo to track this thing? That blue light with the buzzers and bells or that mass-spectro-detecto-whatever-you-call-it thingy?

Craig: I'm a divorce lawyer. I make people angry for a living.

Calleigh: [walking into gun vault with dozens of guns; smiling] Be still, my heart!

[1997 flashback]
Calleigh: You must be the tow truck driver.
Eric: I prefer "automotive recovery expert".

Lieutenant: Carlos, here's what I want you to do: I want you to give him a message. I want you tell Riaz that if he doesn't talk to me, he's a dead man.

Ryan: Hey Delko,
[grumply]
Ryan: want to come over and take a picture of me doing this? Make sure I'm doing it right?
Eric: [defensively] It's not about you making mistakes, Wolfe. It's about how I interpret what you find.
Horatio: [with the tone of a patient father breaking up a fight between sons] Mr. Wolfe, Eric has every right to be here. We have nothing to hide.
Ryan: Yeah, but H,
[he smiles jokingly]
Ryan: while he's watching us, who's watching him?
Eric: [smiling back good naturally] That's really funny.

Lieutenant: [after a colleague cuts the circuitry of a bomb] Circuit interruptus.

[Noticing a big black car in front of a witness' house]
Horatio: Mm-hmm. Town car, tinted windows, take a guess.
Detective: Fan-belt inspectors?
Horatio: Nope. U.S. Marshals witness protection baby-sitters.

Ian: [after Ryan dismisses him] You aware that Al Capone was brought down by an accountant?
Calleigh: [Staring at Ian, the CSI accountant] Are you bragging, or do you have something?

Dr. Alexx Woods: [a corpse has something clutched in his hand] I'm gonna need my saw and a microwave.

Horatio: Drive-by, Miami style.

Calleigh: That smells good.
Eric: What, cafe Cubano? Put some hair on your chest.
Calleigh: Don't you just say the sweetest things.

Lieutenant: Something's not right, Alexx. Point of entry is back here, but the origin of the blood drops is down here in the study where Mom was killed. And they travel up this hallway to the bedroom, where Dad was eventually killed. Which means the killer bypassed the bedroom where Dad was attacked. Why would he do that? Why wouldn't you eliminate the muscle first?
Dr. Alexx Woods: That would have been the smart move. Why do you think he didn't?
Lieutenant: Dad survives the attack, he managed to get up, come this way and head down the hall toward you, right? And along here, you see arterial gushing.
Dr. Alexx Woods: Where our suspect sank this sucker in him. Single-edged, all right. Phone's right here. Don't know why he didn't try to use it.
Lieutenant: That's because he wasn't going for help, Alexx. He came down here to protect his daughter.

Lieutenant: Dade Mutual bundled $3.2 million in real cash. We have a thief that was apprehended with 3.2 in counterfeit bills. That leaves the man in the middle: you. So here's my question, Paul. Did you, somewhere along the route, stop and swap the money out?
Paul: John and I were driving the shipment from point A to point B. Same as always.
Lieutenant: So you notified Dispatch that you were twenty minutes late?
Paul: There was construction at the County Auditorium. Check the log.
Lieutenant: I did, and we are $3.2 million short.
Paul: Then talk to the guy who stole it, okay? You gonna believe him over me?
Lieutenant: Paul, in my business, I don't have the luxury of believing anyone.

Lieutenant: So, Kathleen Newberry is a no-show, huh?
State: Yeah. No one can find her, which helps Kyle, of course.
Lieutenant: I'll send my team up there right now.
State: Thank you, Horatio.
[Nevins leaves, and Julia approaches]
Julia: Did I hear her say her witness is missing?
Lieutenant: You did. Where's Kathleen, Julia?
Julia: Why are you asking me that?
Lieutenant: I'm asking you because you petitioned for custody this morning hours before this proceeding.
Julia: Of course I did. I'd do anything for him now.
Lieutenant: And that's my point.

Lieutenant: [Horatio is describing what the victim is wearing] Jeans, T-shirt... K-Mart socks.
Detective: Big spender.

Ryan: What is that?
Walter: Looks like some kind of sandwich baggie.
Ryan: I thought it was heat that burnt the ropes, but really it was the acid that came from that sandwich bag.
Walter: Dilute the acid. Take at least a couple hours to burn through the plastic. We're looking at a poor man's timing device.
Ryan: I think we need to figure out who packed that chute.

Ryan: Everything old is new again.

Detective: Well, the driver's sober. He said he didn't see the victim in the alleyway.
Lieutenant: We got a cause of death?
Dr. Tom Loman: Her cervical vertebrae and lateral malleoli are crushed.
Lieutenant: So she's got a broken neck.
Dr. Tom Loman: Not exactly. These injuries suggest she was already on the ground when run over. And look... frothing. And... ocular miosis.
Lieutenant: Which tells you what?
Dr. Tom Loman: These are all symptoms of being poisoned by a nerve agent. Odds are, she was already dead when the car hit her.
Lieutenant: So what you're saying is the car was unrelated to her death.
Dr. Tom Loman: She's cyanotic. I'd say she was poisoned minutes ago at most.
Detective: Maybe the killer's still inside, Horatio.
Lieutenant: Frank, lock it down. Nobody leaves.

Lieutenant: [talking to Steven Rowe] We've recovered the weights that you used to sink Melissa with.
Allison: A jury found him innocent.
Lieutenant: Never confuse an acquittal with innocence.

Lieutenant: Mr. Holland, I recommend that your son leave the room.
Peter: No. He's, uh... he's fine.
Lieutenant: I strongly recommend that he leaves.
Peter: He's my son.
Lieutenant: Suit yourself. Were you aware that your wife was using her business to traffic heroin?
Nick: Dad, what are they talking about?
Peter: Nick, wait outside.
Nick: You guys got it all wrong. Okay?
Peter: Nick, go.
Nick: Sheila didn't even drink alcohol!
Peter: Just go!
Lieutenant: Nick, I'm sorry.
[Nick leaves]
Peter: Well, that was one hell of a stunt.
Lieutenant: I gave you two warnings, didn't I?

Ryan: I may not get my job back. But every case that gets reopened, I'm going to answer to. I'm not going to abandon this team.
Horatio: And we,
[smiling and putting on his shades]
Horatio: Mr. Wolfe, are not going to abandon you.

Lieutenant: Rick, you're in my crime scene.

Natalia: So, Hailey, you told us that you barely knew Troy Billings.
Hailey: Yeah.
Ryan: Hailey, you lied. You did.
Hailey: I had a big crush on him in high school, but... that's not the kind of thing you like to admit.
Natalia: Yeah, but I am willing to bet that if we tested your braces against Troy's bruises, we'd get a match.
Ryan: Wait. You accidentally bit Troy?
Natalia: Well, no. Not exactly. They were together.
Ryan: They were together?
Natalia: They were... they were "together".
Ryan: Oh.
[realization dawns on Ryan]
Ryan: Oh!

Lieutenant: If anything happens to Eric, I'm going to hold you personally responsible. You understand me?
Enrico: Is that a threat?
Lieutenant: That's a threat.

Walter: Get out of here, before we arrest you for extreme stupidity.

Calleigh: I'm wondering if someone could point me in the direction of Lieutenant Fred Dorsey. He's in Special Investigations Unit.
Larry: How about I point you to my unit, and you can work the night shift with me?
Jesse: I'm sure your wife would take issue with that, Parker.
Larry: You science guys. Always the buzzkill.
Jesse: [Parker leaves] Sorry about that. They're stuck in the Stone Age.

Lieutenant: Alexx?
Dr. Alexx Woods: Blood pool's dry at the edges. Puts TOD around eleven.
Lieutenant: So her head is literally hanging by a thread of skin.
Dr. Alexx Woods: Single-edged knife. Mom was attacked from behind, sliced left to right. No indication of resistance.
Lieutenant: She was probably asleep.
Dr. Alexx Woods: He transected all the neck muscles down to the second cervical axis.
Lieutenant: He decapitated her, Alexx.
Dr. Alexx Woods: Guy's a monster. Or he doesn't know his own strength.
Lieutenant: Well he's about... to know ours.

Horatio: You're going to jail.

Horatio: Why didn't you tell us this earlier?
Suspect: I didn't think it'd look too good.
Horatio: Well, it doesn't look too good right now.

Megan: [seeking an oral DNA swab from Tyler Hamilton] Open wide... Relax... I won't jam it in too hard.

Eric: CART scrutineers hand out the pop-up valves...
Tim: [cutting him off] What'd you say?
Eric: Scrutineers. That's what CART calls their tech inspectors.
Tim: Well, they might, you shouldn't.

Calleigh: I see things other people don't.

Horatio: Not a pretty sight, is it, Frank?
Detective: No, but it beats the show this morning. Twenty-year old girl gets attacked by sharks, older brother jumps in to save her. Both are missing. I think we have a better chance of finding the brother.

Calleigh: We're gonna need to see that room, and take a look at your personnel files.
Dave: Why? I thought Jake was in a car accident.
Ryan: He was, but somebody killed him before that.

Horatio: The problem with manipulation is that people can turn on you.

Lieutenant: What do we have here? "Four-Twenty Boyz". Time to get high, I bet.
Eric: [with a snort of laughter] How do you know that?
Lieutenant: My brother worked Narcotics undercover.

Eric: Heard of the Patriot Act? Makes you a terrorist on American soil.
Hawk: You can't drop that on me.
Lieutenant: We already have, Hawk.

Derek: I don't think I could represent criminals anymore.
Lieutenant: Well, I could always use a new prosecutor.

Lieutenant: Listen, I don't want to rain on your parade, but how does child abduction sound to you?
David: Lana loves me. There's no abduction involved.
Lieutenant: Is that right? I'm talking about Consuela Valdez. Sound familiar?
[Horatio notices David's reaction]
Lieutenant: Oh, your strings are tightening on that one, huh?
David: Look, I helped look for Consuela. That's...
Lieutenant: Yes, you did. Yes, you did. And you transferred... you transferred fibers from her sweatshirt into Lana's bedroom.
David: Fibers?
Lieutenant: Yes. I'm the fiber king, Dave. I'm the fiber king. So what do you want to do? Easy or hard, it's up to you.

Ryan: Okay, here she is. 24 years old, and she graduated summa cum laude from Vanderbilt University.
Walter: What? What woman with a degree from the Harvard of the South cleans houses?
Ryan: It's a tough job market.

Lieutenant: The Everglades is a slow-moving river with a current that travels about four feet per hour.
Megan: I know. The crash site is degrading while we're standing here. We're losing evidence.
Lieutenant: Four feet per hour. We need to start processing right now.
Megan: That's not your call, or mine.

Marty: [laughs and clicks hook] Scares little kids and law enforcement. My hook.
Lieutenant: Just like a pirate.
Marty: Yeah. She's not too good with pliers; but, I love my hook. I love her.

Lieutenant: Here's the irony: had you not been kind enough to provide me with the murder weapon, I would have been stuck with negligent homicide for the neighbor. But as it stands now, I can charge you with murder. And I haven't even gotten to the nineteen year old who ODed.
Dr. James Welmont: So what are you saying?
Lieutenant: I'm just saying... thanks.

Cell: You found my phone?
Tim: Have a seat. You had lunch at the Wayfarer Grill today?
Cell: Shark steak.
Tim: Sounds delicious. A valet attendant stole your phone from your car.
Cell: I was thinking someone from the gym stole it. So, where is it?
[Speedle dumps evidence baggies containing pieces of said phone on the table]
Cell: Man!
Tim: Probably doesn't look the same.
Cell: No warranty.
Tim: That sucks. You do realize that you blew up your own cell phone by putting explosives in it.
Cell: In the phone's battery compartment.
Tim: So, what are you, crazy?
Cell: Hey, look. Some guys like to keep alcohol in their car, video games. I like to go to the Everglades, blow things up. It's... it's a sport.
Tim: It's a sport?
Cell: It's fun. Like fireworks. It doesn't hurt anybody. You know, where's the harm? It's not like I'm a terrorist or anything.
Tim: Well, you're looking at three years, minimum.
Cell: I bought all the ingredients legally.
Tim: That doesn't matter. Possessing or manufacturing an explosive device is a felony.
Cell: This is all 'cause some guy ripped me off?
Tim: That guy died of unrelated causes, but your bomb almost killed our medical examiner.
Cell: Now, this... this isn't fair.
Alexx: [entering] Want to talk about fair?
[Alexx puts a pair of pictures down on the table]
Cell: Who are they?
Alexx: My kids. They almost lost their mother because you like to blow things up. So tell me, is that fair?

Lieutenant: Listen, I'm going to run down our rapist's cellmates, phone records, and visitors. See what he's got in his back pocket.
Calleigh: Okay. I've got some shoe prints that might be able to help us. I'll show you when you get back.
Lieutenant: I'm not coming back anytime soon.
Calleigh: You're not?
Lieutenant: Tomorrow is Shaw's parole hearing. If it goes his way, they're going to crack those gates immediately.
Calleigh: Yeah, and you want to be there.
Lieutenant: With enough evidence to put him right back in.
Calleigh: Okay. Working as fast as we can.
Lieutenant: Take care.

Walter: Nothing spills blood like money.

Calleigh: Hey, Walter, what are you doing here?
Walter: Hey. My vic partied here. Had a VIP bracelet from this spot.
Ricky: Great. More cops.
Walter: Mr. Cooperative here is Ricky Halpern. Club bouncer.
Frank: Ricky! Just the guy we were looking for. We got one of your prints in our investigation.
Ricky: Mine?
Frank: Uh-huh. Does your boss know you're a felon?

Lieutenant: Ricky? Ricky, my name is Horatio Caine. How you feeling?
Ricky: Like I just got shot.

[Stewart Otis has been recaptured]
Stewart: I will get out. It's my nature.
Horatio: And I'll be waiting. That's my nature.