GRISSOM: I need a favour. It’s something you’re gunna have to clear with the Sheriff. ECKLIE: What, do you have bugs in my office? GRISSOM: …No. But I’ve got bugs in my office? ECKLIE: What? GRISSOM: What are we talking about?!
ECKLIE: Sara, you berate witnesses. You disrespect the people you work with. You luck your way out of a D.U.I. Take a look, you’ve got a half a dozen complaints in your jacket and if Grissom really documented your performance there’d probably be a dozen more. That’s not the kind of person I want in my lab. SARA: The only reason this is your lab, is because Grissom doesn’t kiss ass. You couldn’t hack it in the field so you fail your way up. You break up our team, and now you just hang about in the hallways waiting for one of us to screw up. ECKLIE: Sidle, you’re on one weeks suspension without pay. SARA: Great. ECKLIE: And when you get back, you’re apologising to Catherine. SARA: No I’m not.
Grissom: You might want to have Hodges analyze that cigar. Oh, and the print tech is free. He could, uh, spray the party hat with ninhydrin. Ecklie: I think I remember how to do my job, Gil, thank you. Grissom: I love it when you wear your gloves.