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[about a doctor's ugly Persian rug]
Tim Speedle: Just because you have a medical degree doesn't mean you have taste.

Suspect: I swear on my mother, all right?
Tim Speedle: I'm glad I'm not her.

[to Horatio]
Frank Tripp: Come on, don't you guys have some gizmo to track this thing? That blue light with the buzzers and bells or that mass-spectro-detecto-whatever-you-call-it thingy?

[victim is lying dead on the floor, with a knife in his head]
Ryan Wolfe: Knife missing from this block could be our murder weapon.
Alexx Woods: [sarcastically] Nice work, Ryan. Think you may have cracked the case.
Ryan Wolfe: Thanks. I have a keen grasp of the obvious.

Calleigh Duquesne: French lace. From the window at the Moreno house. It's also used in high-end toupees. Gives a more natural look to the hair line.
Tim Speedle: Lace on a rug?
Calleigh Duquesne: Mmm-hmm.
Tim Speedle: Shoot me if it comes to that.

Eric Delko: If you want any real attention in this world, you gotta have blonde hair and blue eyes, no offence.
Calleigh Duquesne: None taken! My eyes are green.

[to the murderer]
Frank Tripp: You know where you're going, the bade of acid is gonna seem like a vacation.