Sara: You were playing $100 on every spot. You have a system?
Warrick: I'm counting cards.
Sara: Isn't that illegal?
Warrick: Not if you do the math in your head.
Sara: You play anything else?
Warrick: I bet sports from time to time.
Sara: So...let me get this straight. You were assigned by Brass to shadow a trainee, a robbery comes up on M.L.K, and you go for coffee.
Warrick: An officer was there.
Sara: So, you felt safe to leave? Do you know the policies and procedures for clearing a scene?
Warrick: Yes.
Sara: Then, why'd you leave? I mean, what was so important that you had to rush out of there?
Warrick: I told you. I went for coffee.
Sara: Was that before or after you made your bets? Sunday...Vegas...NFL football... guy like you...come on, you trying to tell me that you didn't make a little pit stop? (Warrick doesn't say anything) Look at me. Did you log on...tell dispatch where you were going?
Warrick: Do you know how many times I've been left alone at a crime scene when I was a rookie?
Sara: Yeah, well, this time is different.
Warrick: Yeah, why's that?
Sara: Holly Gribbs died on the operating table twenty minutes ago.
(Warrick turns to look at Sara, shocked by the news. He's absolutely stunned)
Warrick Brown: Hey, Griss. I think I can speak for both of us when I say I'm sorry that we let you down.
Sara Sidle: We quit before we should have.
Gil Grissom: Yeah, you did.
Sara Sidle: Who died and made you boss?
Warrick Brown: He's not exactly dead.
Sara Sidle: Grissom gave you shift tonight.
Warrick Brown: No, what's strange is going into the evidence locker after post and not finding anything left.
Sara Sidle: Hey, don't make me feel bad for doing my job.
Warrick Brown: If it was your job, you couldn't feel bad.
Greg Sanders: Well, I think I hear some coffee perking.
Sara Sidle: What do you want from me? I'm working the case, the case is hot.
Warrick Brown: It's my case. Tonight, I'm the primary. I have to process it. If you have a problem with that, you can clock out now. Am I clear?
Sara Sidle: Clear.
Sara Sidle: Grissom, Catherine briefed us about your birth date.
Warrick Brown: Yeah, what's up with that?
Gil Grissom: Coincidence. Make anything more of it gives Millander more power than he deserves.
Nick Stokes: We work together; he can't outsmart all five of us.
Gil Grissom: Yes, he can.
Sara Sidle: I didn't want to interrupt you.
Warrick Brown: On a federal case?
Sara Sidle: I ran with the case. I do it with Grissom all the time.
Warrick Brown: Well, I'm not Grissom!
Warrick (to Sara): I'm a little short on cash. Can you loan me a hundred?
Sara (to Warrick): Oh, look, shift's over. Guess you're one of us again.
Sara Sidle: So that's why Grissom's late.
Warrick Brown: You just don't like any other women in his life.
Sara Sidle: I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.
Sara: When I was in college, I had this boyfriend--and I thought we were monogamous. Then one night during the post-coital panty search, he handed me a pair of underwear that wasn't mine.
Warrick: Ooh! How'd he explain that one?
Sara: He said they belonged to his sister...
Warrick: Yeah right....Let's hope your taste in men has improved.
Sara: Yeah...