Maura: I'm worried about you.
Jane: I'd worry about the person who bumped my lock when I find them.

Jane: This one says you are dead, spelled D-E-D
Vince: I think we can eliminate her.
Jane: As a suspect or a spelling bee contestant?

Nina: I've been working on the video of the fire at your apartment.
Jane: Ooh does it end differently?

Junkie comes here, starts a new life, gets a hopeful tattoo... falls off the wagon.


Maura: And these are the thoughts that give you comfort?
Jane: Yeah.

Spoken like a woman who has family she actually likes. Give it a chance to grow on you. We're not all weirdos here.


I hate L.A. drug dealers more than I hate Boston drug dealers.


Angela: That's why we have to ask them.
Vince: We do?

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Vince: I flew you to L.A. to find out.
Jane: Oh it wasn't for the breakfast burritos? Because so far that's all I like about this place.

Maura: We just returned from the autopsy
Dr. Hart: It was thrilling.

But I don't want to drive what BPD rented for us. It looks like a toaster had sex with a clown car.


Fine. I don't wanna go. I'll stay here and drink espresso. Naked!