Splat.

“Oh God! I’m so sorry! Here, let me see if I’ve got a Wet Wipe—I’m not, um, I’m not laughing, really----“

“I . . . probably deserved that.”

"I’m sorry, Grissom. I should have told you about our early warning system here. Coco's a little . . . possessive."

"He's certainly not constipated."

"Hey! You are the alpha male, of course--a silverback as it were—so of course a lesser like Coco's going to . . ."

“ . . . Salute me?”

"Um, well all I can say is . . . it's probably a good idea for us to eat any soup indoors."

“That’s wise, I think. He’s . . . watching us.”

“Maybe he’s waiting for you to fling something back.”

“I’m tempted.”

“Grissom!”

“Sara, I’ve taken as much shit as I intend to, and from this point on in my life, maybe a little dishing would be a good idea.”

“I have a better idea. Why don’t we go down to the river and take a nice long dip to clean up, instead?”

“I didn’t bring a suit.”

“You’re not going to need one.”

“Ohhhhhh.”

“Welcome to the jungle, Gilbert. And watch out for the crocodiles.”