CSI: Crime Scene Investigation2000

Nick Stokes:
Hey, Greg

Greg Sanders:
[looking through the microscope] Shh! I might be looking at the mother of my children here.

Nick Stokes:
Somebody's been putting in way too much overtime.

Greg Sanders:
No, man, this is serious. I had a date last night and this girl has the most impossible green eyes. Just... BAM! Shoulder-length blonde hair, intelligent, and she smells so good.

Nick Stokes:
Cute toes?

Greg Sanders:
Oh, ideal!

Nick Stokes:
Mmm.

Greg Sanders:
And none are longer than the big toe.

Nick Stokes:
Mmm.

Greg Sanders:
Both feet. But, you know, what I need to know is what's on the inside?

Nick Stokes:
Oh, what's in her heart?

Greg Sanders:
No... her DNA. And let me tell you, this girl has got some fine epithelials.

Nick Stokes:
[laughing] Dude, you're sick. Man, you've officially lost it!

Greg Sanders:
No, no. There is this guy in Louisville. He charges 300 clams to test your spouse's underwear for foreign DNA. Now, that guy is sick. I'm just a romantic.

Nick Stokes:
But whatever happened to getting to know someone over coffee, letting the relationship evolve? Romantic is sending flowers, not bogarting her skin cells.

Greg Sanders:
Ahh, that's boring.