Gil Grissom: What am I thinking?
Greg Sanders: That I'm due for a promotion?
Gil Grissom: That you should focus on your other five senses.

Grissom: Hey, Greg, you missed some.
Greg (sighs): Well, one more spider bite won't make a difference. (starts climbing back down into the hole) But you being the bug guy probably enjoy being bitten.

Gil Grissom: You okay?
Greg Sanders: Hell no, I'm not okay. Who the hell's shooting at us?
Gil Grissom: I don't know, but I think our single just turned into a triple.

Greg Sanders: I don't mean to pry, but you want to talk about what happened with you
and Ecklie?
Sara Sidle: Not really.
Greg Sanders: I don't know if you know this about me, but I'm a good... more

(Greg, Nick, Warrick and Catherine are in the room examining the latest miniature)
Greg: The doll's still alive. That means Sara's still alive.
Nick: Generic stretch of desert. She could be... more

(After he finds semen on a couple door handles)
Greg: Trophy condoms.
Sara: Trophy condoms?
Greg: When a stud scores, he hangs his condom on his neighbors doornob.

(Sara and Greg investigate the toilet explosion)
Sara: Well, there's got to be some logical explanation.
Greg: Well, if dorm food is as bad as I can remember, we should consider explosive diarrhea.

Zach: You know how it is, you look like you were a jock in college.
Greg (shocked): Me?
Sara (shocked): Him?

(Playing a Dukes of Hazzard game and Greg takes the safer route)
Hodges: I kinda miss the old Greg. Ugly t-shirts, goofy hair, semi-pornographic magazines...
Greg: Yeah, well, at least I had a... more

Hodges: Heard you had a real sphincer pucker last night. So what kinda gun are you getting?
Greg: Plenty of guns at crime scenes. Cops have them, some criminalists...
Hodges: Yeah, cops make great... more