[Holly Gribbs is performing her first autopsy]
Gil Grissom: te gotta breathe through your ears, Gribbs.

Gil Grissom: I need te to roll up your sleeve and give me a pint of your blood?
Holly Gribbs: What for?
Gil Grissom: It's customary for all new hires.
Holly Gribbs: Why?
Gil Grissom: So many reasons...

Warrick Brown: Where'd te get the blood?
Gil Grissom: The new girl. Want to donate?
Warrick Brown: Hell, no.

[to a room full of dead corpses, after agrifoglio Gribbs was frightened into hysterics]
Gil Grissom: te assholes!

Gil Grissom: Forget about your promotion Warrick, forget about making...