You wouldn't know that in my house. The fights, the yelling, the trips to the hospital. I thought it was the way that everybody lived. When my mother killed my father, I found out that it wasn't.

You made my pickle into a light bulb?

Junk food and radiation, good combo.

Greg: "You smell like death..."
Sara: "I've HEARD!

Who's the punk now? ... bitch.

what are we playing here??
seeing who gets cancer first??

Grissom: ...Sex without love is...sad.

Sara: Well, I'm pretty sure I don't make you sad.

Grissom: No...you make me happy.

I am a woman, and I have a gun! I can only imagine how he treated his wife!

I'm not touching it....