Hudson: Nice office.
Max: Thank you.
Hudson: Can't say the same for the coffee.

Beau: The man did have priors with a blade.
Folsom: Then it's stabbing time.

That's my man. Making friends wherever he goes.

Serena [to Folsom]

Allie: Chavez, why are you smiling?
Serena: Because you want this case so bad it's practically vibrating off you.

Maxine: Fifteen pounds of pulled pork. What were you thinking?
Hudson: In a Kansas City sauce. It's full of sugar. It's for children, and the weak.

Folsom: I can tell you this is going to be weirder than your average stabbing.
Chris: How?
Folsom: This isn't blood. I think it's barbecue sauce. What the hell happened to this guy?

Folsom: Hey, Chris. Do you think that's what people will notice when you're dead: a hole in your shoe?
Chris: No chance, man. I keep my sneaks fresh.

McArthur: He could have made a hundred discoveries.
Serena: He's not going to. Not now.

Max: I know you found their prints on the same manuscript page but ...
Folsom: Some story, same alibi.
Max: And you've got the same problem: no hard evidence.

Allie: What are the odds?
Serena: One thing I've learned since moving to Vegas: Don't put anything past anybody, especially when it comes to getting rich.

Under this powerful mustache is a sensitive soul, Allie.

Beau [to Allie]

Max: Hey! What you got?
Folsom: Dead coyote.

CSI: Vegas Quotes

Deputy: The detectives are asking if there's any more guns in the house.
Brass: Guns? Sure. There's a bunch. But LVPD is good at their jobs. They'll find them.

Maxine: The homeowner is Jim Brass.
Allie: Is this going to be like the time I didn't know who Drew Carey was.