"I've never seen the lights on in this place before.
It's kind of like seeing a one-night stand in the morning for the first time."
Sara: "I heard you finally lost your virginity."
Greg glances at Sara. She smiles at him.
Sara: "First autopsy. How was it?"
Greg: "It was fine. How was your first time? How did you react?"
Sara: "I puked."
Greg: "I didn't puke."
Sara: "Way to go, tough guy."
Hodges: "Good thing you don't have to pass a spelling test to work in the field. 'Funtain' water?"
Greg: "My people are Norwegian. That's how we spell it."
"Maybe she's still in the suite. It's a big room."
Catherine: "You crack this kid's head open, all that would come out would be T&A. And a lot of pure, fresh mountain air."
Greg: "You said that about me once."
Catherine: "More than once."
"For the record, I really like having a penis."
Greg: "I appreciate your help."
Sofia shrugs it off.
Greg: "I don't know if I'd be quite as accommodating after just being -- Well, you know."
Hodges: "It could be from an ornament or a piece of jewelry."
Greg: "It could be from a lot of things."
Hodges: "Yeah, that it could, Mr. Proficiency."
Sara: "Wow. Look at you, Mr. Straightedge. I did not know that your hair could do that."
Greg: "I look like a dork."
Sara: "No, no. No, you look like a pro, which is what you are."
"Between midnight and 4 a.m. what I like to call the love hours."
Sara: "Until Mia processes the sheet, there's no way to know whether the semen is the result of self-service only."
Greg: "No way. Soft porn couldn't crack that table."
Greg: "Sara, I just want you to know when we where in the shower I didn´t see anything."
Sara: "Really? Gosh! I saw everything."
"This guy is a poster child for self-love."
"No matter how hard you work to get big there is always someone bigger."
Sara: "I'll drive."
Greg: "You always do."
Hodges: "You know, far be it from me to wax nostalgic, but, uh, I kind of miss the old Greg. Ugly t-shirts, goofy hair, semi-pornographic magazines ..."
Greg: "Yeah, well, at least I had a style to change."
Hodges: "Oh, and by the way, uh ... this is just the work me. You haven't had the full David Hodges experience."
Greg: "I think I'm having it right now."
Sara: "You got it."
Greg: "And the student becomes the master."
Greg gets liquidized human flesh in his mouth.
Sara: "Technically, that makes you a cannibal. Grissom would be proud."
Greg: "Grissom would have tasted it on purpose."
Henry: "Maybe I don´t want to be a toxicologist my whole life. I mean, you went from DNA to the field, and I guess you´re kind of a role model to me."
Greg: "A role model, huh?"
Henry: "Yeah. By the way, where do you get your hair cut?"
Warrick: "I was talking to Tina the other night. She said something to make me think."
Greg: (coughs) "...Yoko Ono..."
Hodges: "Good. You are here. I love an audience."
Greg: "Don´t expect any applause."
Greg: "Nobody throws away porn. They're like heirlooms. Passed on down the family tree."
Greg: "A dame was dead, but enough about her. The air was hot and heavy with wrong, making me thirsty. Thirsty for a tall drink of water."
Frank Rosetti: "I don't sell bridal diapers for nothing."
Greg: "He was kidding about the diapers, right?"
Sara: "Please tell me there's something more to this guys and cars thing beside the obvious penis-extension metaphors."
Greg: "So you want me to lie?"
Greg: "Sara ..."
Sara: "I didn't think you could see me."
Greg: "I can't ... but I know that Sidle scent."
Sara: "I'm going to take that as a compliment."
Hodges to Greg: "Good job, gas-hopper."
Hodges: "Know what makes human bones glow in the dark?"
"This neighborhood rains lead."
Hodges: "Some garlic bread? Nice Chianti, maybe?"
Greg: "Kiss my ass."
"When I was kid, I used to make bombs--little bombs."
"The evidence on the floor is, well, evidence."
"Welcome to the dark side of social networking."
"Nothing says I love you like process sugar."
"I let my fingers do the walking."
"An explosion and an alibi. All I want."
Dr. Ray Langston: "The new guy pays, right?"
Greg: "Only if he is smart."
Catherine: "Mr. and Mrs. Decomp?"
Greg: "Til death do the centrifuge."
Sara: "So how´s the world treating you?"
Greg: "You know, still being treated like the lab tech with the crazy hair."
"Thanks, Greg. No, thank you."
"Looks like Jack Sparrow has been here."
"If I can´t find a phone I´m gonna make one."
Nick: "It´s a little bit of a drive but don´t worry, Greg knows where it is."
Greg: "I thought you said you knew where it is."
"I´d never wrote a love poem to a girl that included the word death."
"We need to get your statement but first you need to brush your teeth."
"I guess you´re never too old. Especially with the blue pill. Guys, you know, who need the boost. Other guys."