GRISSOM: I don't even have to turn around. Sara Sidle.


GRISSOM: God, Sara, I have so many unanswered "why's."

SARA: I keep trying to be your star pupil.
GRISSOM: Sara, that was a seminar. This is real.

SARA: Hey, Grissom ... could you come tape me up?
GRISSOM: (looking at Catherine) I love my work.



GRISSOM: (touching her face) You okay?

(Flirting on the plane)
SARA: Oh, the mile-high club. That means the two passengers may have had no idea what was going on inside that cabin.
GRISSOM: You know, high altitude enhances the entire sexual experience. It increases the euphoria.
SARA: (thinking) Well ... it's good. I don't know if it's that good.
SARA: Cite your source.
GRISSOM: Hand me a swab, please.
SARA: You're avoiding the question. "Enhances sexual experience. Increases euphoria." Cite your source.
GRISSOM: A magazine.
SARA: What magazine?
GRISSOM: "Applied Psychodynamics in Forensic Science."
SARA: Never heard of it.
GRISSOM: I'll get you a subscription. (Sara is quiet.) Now, cite your source..
SARA: Oh... now you want to go down that route?
GRISSOM: Yeah.
SARA: Nah. Never mind.
GRISSOM: You started it.
SARA: Delta Airlines, Flight 1109, Boston-Miami, March '93. Ken Fuller. Hazel eyes, Organic Chem Lab TA, BMOC... Overrated in every aspect. (Gil gives her a look.) Could we ... Get back to work, please?
GRISSOM: Yeah. I think due to your, uh, first-hand knowledge and experience in airplane bathrooms, you should do the swab.

SARA: Do you want to sleep with me?
GRISSOM: Did you just say what I think you said?
SARA: That way when I wake up in a cold sweat under a blanket hearing Kaye's screams...You can tell me it's nothing; it's just empathy.

(Her putting a blanket on him and bringing him a thermos flask):