Grissom: "I hear you're backlogged."
Greg: "Twenty 'unknowns' from some drug shoot-out. FBI special request. Sheriff told me to clear it off my counter before I do anything else."
Grissom: "These?"
Greg: "Yeah. You can almost smell Quantico, you know?"
[Grissom grabs the paperwork in front of Greg and puts it aside on the cart with all the samples on it. He then pushes the car out the door and into the hallway where it stops when it hits the wall.]
Grissom: "There. Now they're off your counter."