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Greg: Grissom ist just been running me around like a lap dog!
Sara: You're nuts. You know that.
Greg: Exactomundo.
Greg: I like saying that word. Bio-assay. It sounds Nubian.
Greg: Get a hot dog?...I get the ketchup.
Greg: You want a Valium for her?
Greg: Haven´t I done enough for one day?
Greg: You smell like death.
Sara: I've heard.
Greg: "You know, a real man wouldn't mind.
Nick: Don't sneak up on a person like that.
Greg: Yeah, well, you know how I feel, like, ten times a day.
Greg: I just wasn't expecting blood to look like that.
Nick: That stuff will kill you, you know.
Greg: It doesn't kill me yet.
Greg: You infected me with mildew?!
Greg: I'm open 24 hours.
Greg: There is something weird going on. Well, not weird, more like hairraising.
Sara: You're crowding me, Greg.
Greg: Well, I have some information that can bring us even closer.
Sara: Grandma was high?
Greg: Yeah! As a kite.
Greg: We labrats have to do something to get through the day.
Greg: So what´s with that Harpo lady?
Catherine: Harper.
Greg: Whatevo.
Sara: How do you know that, Greg?
Greg: A gentleman never tells.
Greg: I'm not the allergy ace.
Greg: Little Nurses going wild.
Greg: You know, nothing says "I love you" like an ounce of fresh blood.
Greg: On a man's underwear, semen stains aren't exactly probative.
Greg: I found something a little unusual, for a roller coaster. Not a sailor, but a ..."
Sara: Semen? Sex on the roller coaster?
Greg: Or some kid shaking hands with shorty.
Greg the rhyme god: That semen from the coaster's cab was just processed in my lab. All I can say is, Nevins was a cad.
Greg: Pharaoh's fever was his Spanish fly.
Greg: 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.
Greg: 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.
Greg: 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.
Sofia: Demoted?
Greg: Yeah.
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.
Greg: 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.
Greg: This guy is a poster child for self-love.
Greg: 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.