- C.S.I. Night Shift Supervisor Dr. Gil Grissom: These strands are smooth, not chords, they're human
- Sara Sidle: Are their root intact?
- C.S.I. Night Shift Supervisor Dr. Gil Grissom: Yeah. Evidently the guy was shedding
- C.S.I. Night Shift Supervisor Dr. Gil Grissom: You thought it would be easier for her to accept your death than your abandonment?
- Mrs. Bradford: Please don't judge me. I spent enough time doing that
- C.S.I. Night Shift Supervisor Dr. Gil Grissom: I'm just trying to find out who killed your son
- Mrs. Bradford: I haven't seen him either for seven years. I wouldn't have any idea
- C.S.I. Night Shift Supervisor Dr. Gil Grissom: You know Mrs. Bradford, your daughter is all alone now. It's not too late for you to go back to her
- Mrs. Bradford: And tell her what? That I faked my death to escape from her? How do you say that to your own flesh and blood?