Warrick Brown:If those are his footprints…where are hers?
Nick Stokes:Of her feet were up…in the air. You tell me—you just had your honeymoon.

Catherine Willows: "If you believe in me, you will never thirst. Rivers of Living water
shall flow from your bellies. John 7:38."
Nick Stokes: You getting religious on me?
Catherine Willows: Apparently, some fringe health professionals have used the biblical
passage as justification for urine therapy.
Nick Stokes: Drinking your own pee?

Nick Stokes: You don't actually think you need this stuff, do you?
Catherine Willows: It's Vegas, Nicky. Everybody needs it.

Nick Stokes: Hey, I heard Grissom stuck you with his speech.
Catherine Willows: A napkin is not a speech.

Nick Stokes: I don't get it. Grissom calls me up, I come out here, and I find you. Things
were a hell of a lot simpler when we were all on the same shift.
Catherine Willows: You saying you don't like me as your boss?
Nick Stokes: Whatever.

Det. Chris Cavaliere: What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to screw with my case?
Nick Stokes: I'm just following the evidence, and it led me to another suspect. I think
you're going to want to talk to him in the interest of justice.
Det. Chris Cavaliere: What, are you trying to help the defense now?
Nick Stokes: You know any good defense is gonna bring up a "rush to judgment" here.
Come on! Chris, you put another interviewed suspect on your list. It shows due diligence.
Let's go.

Det. Chris Cavaliere: Hey. You owe me an apology.
Nick Stokes: I'm sorry ...
Nick Stokes: ... that you feel that way.

Nick Stokes: Hmm. What's hot, cramped, and full of other people's hair?
David Hodges: As I've often said, that's your job.

Gil Grissom: Tough shift, huh?
Nick Stokes: Just another day in paradise

Nick Stokes: Well, that's what the physical evidence was telling us. We should have dug
deeper. You can't just ignore the human element, Grissom.
Gil Grissom: I agree, Nick. But when you start to have feelings for the people involved,
you risk your objectivity.
Nick Stokes: So what? You know, I'm always getting criticized for empathizing with the
victims and their families, but that's who I am. That's how I do my job. And as far as the
promotion goes, it's all good, man. I can live without it. I'm not you.
Gil Grissom: Good. We certainly don't need another me around here.

Greg Sanders: You rang?
Nick Stokes: Yeah. Greg, how'd you like to be listed as an assist on an arson case?
Greg Sanders: Is that a rhetorical question?
Nick Stokes: Cool. I collected these matchbooks from the pyromaniac's house, who was ...
kind of hot, actually.
Greg Sanders: Really? You dig chicks who dig fire?
Nick Stokes: Yeah. This, uh ... this match was used to start a garage fire a couple of
weeks ago. See if you can find a match to ...one of those. Thanks, doll.

Nick Stokes: There's a reason it's illegal.
Catherine Willows: Yeah. Kids end up dead

Nick Stokes: Blam.
Archie Johnson: You can say that again.
Nick Stokes: Blam.
Catherine Willows: Down, boys.

Nick Stokes: People are pigs.
Gil Grissom: Don't insult the pigs, Nick. They're actually very clean.

Nick Stokes: 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?

Nick Stokes: Fresh off an airplane from a conference, and bamm -- I got seminal fluid.
Catherine Willows: Lucky you.

Nick Stokes: Man! You find the best evidence in the nastiest places

Nick Stokes: Who puts the bat gates in?
Gil Grissom: Batman.

Nick Stokes: There's a sucker born every minute.
Gil Grissom: Yup, and they all come to Vegas.

Catherine Willows: Sheered, washed, spun and dyed. Angora's 100% goat. You didn't
know that, Nick?
Nick Stokes: Must be a chick thing.

Catherine Willows: You're racing me, Nick. We're driving the same car.
(He doesn't respond to Catherine's question.)
Catherine Willows: Nick!
(Nick still doesn't respond.)
Catherine Willows: Nick, I'll have you removed from the case.
Catherine Willows: You're confronting suspects before the evidence is processed. You're
flying solo, cutting me out. What's going on?
Nick Stokes: Okay. There are some people you're supposed to be able to trust, you
know? I was nine. And she was a last-minute baby-sitter. All I can remember doing
afterwards is sitting in my room in the dark, staring at the door waiting for my mom to
get home. But I've never told anyone before.
Catherine Willows: I'm sorry.
Nick Stokes: It's what makes a person, I guess.

Nick Stokes: I was popular with the right people, I can tell you that. I can also tell you
what I wasn't. I wasn't a mac daddy wannabe with a Members Only jacket, putting his
swerve on all the ladies.

Nick Stokes: Hey ... treating another human being like garbage is not a job. It's a
choice.

Nick Stokes: You know what I just realized?
Catherine Willows: Hmm?
Nick Stokes: None of this weirds me out anymore.
Catherine Willows: People are just as twisted in their own living rooms. The props are
different here. That's all.
Nick Stokes: Well, not everybody's twisted.
Catherine Willows: Everybody, Nick. Wake up and smell the species.
Nick Stokes: Catherine, do you really think that those freaks out there, running around
with their little dog collars on getting spanked are the same as you and me?
Catherine Willows: Just because you never did it doesn't mean you never could.
Nick Stokes: No way, never gonna happen.
Catherine Willows: Hey, relax, Nick. All I'm saying is you're human.
Nick Stokes: Hey, man, my mom and dad are human, and ...
Catherine Willows: There's one thing you learn on this job is that human beings are
capable of anything.

Nick Stokes: Hey, Sara ... you gotta get out more.

Nick Stokes: Sometimes, I hate this job.

Nick Stokes: It's not our job to know why. It's our job to know how. You heard Grissom.
The more the 'why', the less the 'how', the less the 'how', the more the 'why'.
Catherine Willows: Hey, Nick.
Nick Stokes: Yeah?
Catherine Willows: Grissom's not always right. Do yourself a favor and think for yourself. I
mean that as a friend, okay?

Nick Stokes: Ten bucks says the owner sells the house.
Gil Grissom: By law, you got to disclose everything -- three bedrooms, two baths, and a
skeleton.

Nick Stokes: Mrs. Hendler, put the gun down.
Amy Hendler: Do you know he was engaged to me when he met her?
Nick Stokes: Mrs. Hendler, I'm a good listener. You got to give me the gun.
Amy Hendler: I can't! I'm sorry.
Nick Stokes: No, wait.
Amy Hendler: But you arrested my husband.
Nick Stokes: Wait!
Gil Grissom: Mrs. Hendler. Nick, don't move.Please. I don't want to fire my gun any more
than you do. For five years, you've been washing the blood off your hands. Let's put down
the guns. You okay, Nick?

Gil Grissom: What?
Nick Stokes: Most people don't admit when they're wrong.
Gil Grissom: I'm wrong all the time. That's how I eventually get to right.

Gil Grissom: Repeat after me. Silk, silk, silk.
Nick Stokes: "Silk, silk, silk"?
Gil Grissom: At do cows drink?
Nick Stokes: Milk.
Gil Grissom: Cows drink water. They give milk. A simple riddle. Common sense disguised
in a puzzle of words, but an excellent barometer for evaluating someone's readiness

Nick Stokes: Okay, repeat after me: Silk, silk, silk.
Catherine Willows: Silk, silk, silk.
Nick Stokes: What do cows drink?
Catherine Willows: Water. Why?
Nick Stokes: Never mind.



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