[Holly Gribbs is performing her first autopsy]
Gil Grissom: You gotta breathe through your ears, Gribbs.
Gil Grissom: I need you 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 you get the blood?
Gil Grissom: The new girl. Want to donate?
Warrick Brown: Hell, no.
[to a room full of dead corpses, after Holly Gribbs was frightened into hysterics]
Gil Grissom: You assholes!
Gil Grissom: Forget about your promotion Warrick, forget about making...