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Gil & Cath work the case together.
Her skin's shriveled like a shar-pei. No pressure, no
prints.
(GRISSOM looks expectantly at CATH. She knows that look.)
CATHERINE: No. No way, use your own hand.
GRISSOM: Come on, Catherine, my hand's too big.
CATHERINE: (firmly) No!
GRISSOM: It's the only way we can print her. Her skin on your hand should fit like a leather glove.
(GRISSOM reaches for the hand and a knife. CATHERINE watches as GRISSOM takes the skin off of the hand. When he finishes, he looks up at CATHERINE and extends his hand to her.)
GRISSOM: May I take your hand?
(She puts her hand in his and he leads her to the table where the fingerprint kit is)

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Catherine: "You're right, you know. I should be just like you. Alone in my hermetically sealed condo, watching Discovery channel on the big screen, working genius level crossword puzzles. But no relationships, no chance any will slop off into a case. Yea right. I want to be just like you."
Grissom: "Technically its a Townhouse, and the crosswords are advanced not genuis. But you're right. I'm deficient in a lot of ways. But I never screw up one of my cases with personal stuff."
Catherine:"Grissom.....WHAT personal stuff?"

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Grissom: "Look, could we have a truce?"
Catherine: "I would love to."

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Catherine: "Tell me, why are we here?"
Grissom: "Cause it's the only place within 10 miles of Calville Bay that serves calamari."
Catherine: "And you know this because..?"
Grissom: "I come here for calamari."
Catherine: "Oh... Alone?"
Grissom: "No. Sometimes I have a beer with it."

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CATHERINE: Let me ask you something. Would you want to know everything?

GRISSOM: You're asking the wrong guy.

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GRISSOM: Pull it again. Go on. (Again.) More. (And again.) Harder. (And again several more times.) Go on.

CATHERINE: That's it. What's your point?

GRISSOM: How does your shoulder feel?

CATHERINE: It's sore. (realizing) But you already knew that.

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CATHERINE: New pet?
GRISSOM: The African Red Baboon Tarantula -- the most feared of all arachnids. But basically harmless.
CATHERINE: Yeah, well just keep the lid on it, okay?
GRISSOM: I think you scared him. All his hairs are standing up.
CATHERINE: If you're through amusing yourself I have some news on the boat.

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Grissom: "Look, could we have a truce?"
Catherine: "I would love to."

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