Grissom: "We both have jobs that begin after the crime."
Priest: "After the sin."
Grissom: "Some people would call that a career in futility."
Priest: "Some call it a vocation."
Grissom: "A hundred years ago, we didn't have the technology for finger prints. Fifteen years ago we didn't have DNA. Hopefully one day we'll have fool-proof means by which to put the right man in jail in this case."
Priest: "Some day we won't need jails.—I celebrate mass every Thursday night, seven o' clock."
Grissom: "Thank you—but no."
Priest: "You don't believe?"
Grissom: "In religion. I believe in God, in science, in Sunday supper. I don't believe in rules that tell me how I should live."
Priest: "Even if they're handed down by God?"
Grissom: "How many crusades were fought in the name of God? How many people died because of someone's religion?"
Priest: " Fanaticism, not a religion."
Grissom: "Semantics. They're still dead. I'm sorry about Ben, father."
Priest: "You still suffer like a Catholic. A light bulb goes out, but people fix it and get a new one. A light bulb goes out for the Catholic, he stands in the dark and says, 'what did I do wrong?'"
Grissom: "That guilt's not in me anymore."
*****
I think I should be going out more.
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