- Greg Sanders: Well, in the interest of posterity I took it upon myself to establish a provenance to the killer's gloves, I mean DNA wise, on my own time of course, which I have precious little so as to come to something...
- C.S.I. Night Shift Supervisor Dr. Gil Grissom: Greg, why are you always doing this?
- Greg Sanders: ...Because you make me nervous.
- Gil Grissom: You wanted to work solo.
- Nick Stokes: Yeah, but it's like Night of the Pifflings out there and I'm on a smash and grab.
- Gil Grissom: Pifflings?
- Nick Stokes: Puffin offspring. First time out of the nest every year they crash land in this town near Iceland because they are attracted to the lights of human civilization. It's the same way people flock to Vegas for a fight.
- [For a moment, GRISSOM stares a NICK. Then his face lights up as though he's finally figured it out]
- Gil Grissom: Animal Planet.
- [GRISSOM turns and walks down the hallway]
- Nick Stokes: [calls out] How come when you talk about bugs everyone says you're a genius but when I talk about birds everyone says I watch too much television?
- Gil Grissom: I don't know. Look, the next night of the pifflings you get the first dead body.
- Nick Stokes: How come when you talk about bugs, everyone thinks you're a genius, but when I talk about birds, everyone says I watch too much television?
- [pause]
- Gil Grissom: I don't know.
- [while processing the boxing ring, Sara comes across the spit bucket filled with blood and saliva; she turns to Warrick with a tight smile on her face]
- Warrick Brown: What's so funny?
- Sara Sidle: Smiling suppresses the gag reflex.
- Warrick Brown: This is coming from the same woman who processed fecal fat from a ruptured colon.
- Sara Sidle: Every crim has a problem area. Mine is saliva.