CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Season 2

Lady Heather:
Go ahead, ask. "How can I do this for a living?"

Catherine:
Oh, that's not what I was thinking. [pause] How much does this place clear a week?

Lady Heather:
Ten grand.

Catherine:
I'm not with the IRS.

Lady Heather:
Okay. Twenty.

Catherine:
I don't make that in…three months.

Lady Heather:
Sex pays a lot better than death.

Catherine:
Plus the outfits are cooler.

Lady Heather:
Well, I have this genius tailor. Worked at the Desert Inn back in the day. I let him come in weekends and play human ashtray, he designs for me and my girls. It's a fair trade.

Catherine:
You got a good thing going here. And the best part is that these guys think getting slapped around and humiliated is their fantasy.

Lady Heather:
Like I told my daughter-

Catherine:
You got a daughter?

Lady Heather:
Eighteen this month. Freshman at Harvard.

Catherine:
Really? Mine's seven.

Lady Heather:
Oh, that's a great age.

Catherine:
Yeah.

Lady Heather:
When I thought Zoe was old enough to hear it, I told her, "Honey, there are a lot of things you can give a man. Your body, your time, even your heart. But the one thing you can never, ever, ever let go of is your power."

Catherine:
All my mother ever said to me was "Cash up front."

Lady Heather:
Don't take this the wrong way, but I think you've got everything it takes to make a great dominatrix.

Catherine:
I take that as a compliment.

Lady Heather:
Well you should. It's just about knowing yourself, being strong…and not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.

Catherine:
Well, death is still a man's business. And I don't have to tell you about police work.

Lady Heather:
So how do you survive?

Catherine:
By knowing myself. And working hard. And not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.