CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Season 8

Grissom:
Oh, I love it when you dress up.

Sara:
Well, you know whatever it takes to get some time with you. How's the study going? Any sign of colony-collapse disorder?

Grissom:
Nope, so far, it's healthy.

Sara:
Nothing too healthy about smoking.

Grissom:
Well, the scent confuses the guard bees, they won't emit the pheromone that tells the colony there's an intruder.

Sara:
Oh, don't worry, he's harmless. Who's who?

Grissom:
These are the workers, infertile females.

Sara:
They don't sting?

Grissom:
Well, not unless you swat one, close one up in your hand or freak out. Go ahead, take off your glove.

Sara:
All right, I trust you.

Grissom:
See, it's cool. The worker bees defend the hive, procure the pollen, make the honey, nurture the larvae and pupae in each of these group cells...you know, maybe we should get married.

[The bee on Sara's hand stings her]

Sara:
Ouch.

Grissom:
Sorry. Don't pick it out, makes it worse, releases the venom into the blood stream. It's better to scrape it. So, er, what do you think, you know, about-

Sara:
-Yes. Let's do it.

Grissom:
Yeah.

[She laughs, they try to kiss but have trouble in the bee suits]