"Grissom, would you please stop staring at them?"
"I can't help it, Sara."
"Well, try. Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's impolite to stare?"
"I'm sorry. They're just magnificent."
"You act like you've never seen any before."
"I've never seen any like yours."
"Oh, please!"
"I mean it, Sara. Yours are perfect."
"If you don't stop staring at them, I'm gonna cover them up."
"Don't do that! They're beautiful…I just can't stop looking at them."
"Could you please look me in the eye when you're speaking to me?"
"I would if I could tear my eyes off of these two wonderful things I'm admiring."
"You know, maybe we should discuss this strange fetish of yours."
"It's not a strange fetish, Sara. Every guy likes them."
"I don't see what the big deal is. Every woman has them."
"Yes, but yours would put everyone else's to shame."
"Grissom, if you don't stop staring, I'm gonna knock the shit out of you."
"Threats will get you nowhere, Sara."
"Okay. Will you please stop staring at them?"
"No."
"Fine. I'll just cover them up then."
"Please, don't."
"Why don't you take a picture of them? That way you can sit and stare at them all day and night and it won't bother the hell out of me."
"That's not a bad idea. That way I could look at them while I'm at work."
"Oh, no! You wouldn't be taking a picture like that to work. No way!"
"Where's your camera, Sara?"
"No pictures!"
"Hey, you're the one who put the idea in my head."
"Well, you can just forget about it."
"Okay. I'll just have to sit here and stare at them until I get tired."
"That's it, Grissom! I'm covering them up!"
"Just let me touch them first."
"No!"
"Come on, Sara. You love it when I touch them."
"Grissom, I'm going into the bedroom and I'm going to change out of these shorts and into some pants…and when I come back we're going to discuss your strange obsession with my legs."