Warrick Brown: Well, you know Grissom, shortest distance between two points is science. For Catherine, it's pounding the pavement.

Warrick Brown: [on seeing Doc Robbins yawn] What's the matter Doc, you been hitting it a little too hard?
Dr. Robbins: No, canine insomnia. I'm fostering some puppies. Jack Russells. Had me up all... more

Warrick Brown: You're listening to music?
Mia Dickerson: [turning down the volume] It was Greg's suggestion.
Warrick Brown: No, it's good. Well, maybe not your music taste, but we'll work on that.

Gil Grissom: [to Warrick] What do you weigh?
Warrick Brown: Uh, that's between me and my trainer.
Gil Grissom: Do I have to get a scale?
Warrick Brown: A buck 95, give or take a doughnut.... more

Warrick Brown: [to Nick who has grown a mustache] Hey, mustache boy.

Warrick Brown: Bling, bling!
Catherine Willows: The old trophy wife.
Warrick Brown: You think?
Catherine Willows: Classic Vegas. He pays for her boobs, tummy tuck, Prada, weekly spa, French... more

[Grissom bending over a crib]
Warrick: [comes out of nowhere at the window] Did you check the window out?
Grissom: [he jumps] Damn Warrick
Warrick: Oh sorry. Your ticker okay?

You pickin up what I'm putting down?

Nick: Hey Sara, you come here on your night off? - People are going to start to confuse the two of you...

Warrick: You're here.

Tripped over a rattle my ass.