William Petersen credited as playing...
CSI Dr. Gil Grissom
- Captain Jim Brass: We are going back to Lady Heather's.
- Gil Grissom: I can take care of this myself.
- Captain Jim Brass: Gil, do me a favor. Get a sport car. It's a lot cheaper and easier to handle.
- Lady Heather: Unfortunately the language we speak in here doesn't necessarily translate to the world out there.
- Gil Grissom: No, in here, the submissive has the power... all he has to do is say the safety word and everything stops.
- Lady Heather: Very good, Mr. Grissom.
- Gil Grissom: I'm just repeating what I've heard.
- Lady Heather: You're a good listener.
- Gil Grissom: Part of the job.
- Lady Heather: So, this is work?
- Gil Grissom: Yes, but I value your insight.
- Lady Heather: I'm flattered... but you already seem to know the answers to your questions. You keep me in proximity when I walk away
- [she moves closer to him]
- Lady Heather: and when I'm close you watch my lips. Are you losing your hearing?
- Gil Grissom: I'm losing my balance.
- Lady Heather: Your sense of self?
- Gil Grissom: No, I know who I am.
- Lady Heather: Do you?
- Gil Grissom: Yes... I do.
- [he touches one side of her cheek with one hand then the other with his other hand]
- Gil Grissom: You can always say "stop".
- Lady Heather: So can you.
- [at Lady Heather's front door]
- Gil Grissom: I'd like to come in.
- Lady Heather: I'm sure you do. Say the magic word.
- Captain Jim Brass: Warrant.
- Gil Grissom: There's seminal fluid all over the place.
- Sara Sidle: Is this a dance club or a sex club?
- Warrick Brown: A little of both. Don't you love this town?
- Sara Sidle: Whatever you say, Superfly.
- Lady Heather: Do you like my lipstick?
- Gil Grissom: Why?
- Lady Heather: You've been staring at my lips.
- Gil Grissom: You have very lovely lips.
- [Brass looks back between the two and then goes back to processing]
- Gil Grissom: [Grissom knocks on the door] Excuse me Jim, am I interrupting something
- Captain Jim Brass: [signaling him to enter the room] Gil, please
- Gil Grissom: Miss... I'm going need a sample of your DNA
- Renée, Foam Dancer: How do you want it?
- Gil Grissom: I like your hair
- Renée, Foam Dancer: I like yours
- Gil Grissom: Are you a natural blonde?
- [both looks at Jim]
- Renée, Foam Dancer: [Grissom pulls a few strands of hair] Ow
- Gil Grissom: Sorry... I need a follicular tag... Thank you
- Renée, Foam Dancer: Gil... any chance you found my thong... silver lamé probably twisted in knots
- Gil Grissom: Oh yeah we did... you'll need to fill out a form... the captain will help you surely
- [Jim looks at Gil]