Will: "Nicole, in all our time together -- all two scenes we've had together -- you never mentioned you were from Vancouver!"
Nicole: "Was that relevant in some way? I am upfront about being obnoxious, which is way more plot-related than my proud Canadian heritage."
Will: "You got fired from your gossip blogging job, though. So your work visa..."
Nicole: "Aren't we like best friends?"
Will: "Of course we are! But you blew my girlfriend's cover and nearly got everybody killed, and I know your next move is to do it again publicly so everybody dies for real."
Nicole: "You act like I'm irresponsible and shitty at my job!"
Will: "You fucked a homeless on the Xerox machine, Nicole."
Nicole: "I can still wage my bizarre one-woman war on the Bowers family without exposing Joanna. Why, look how far I've come! A single story that had nothing to do with the rest of this show or your investigation, published basically by accident to a website I don't work for and which would have immediately taken it back down the next morning."
Will: "No more stories about the Bowerses. For a hundred different reasons."
Nicole: "99% of them are..."
Will: "No. Listen. Do this. Or I will bring out my voice I only use to yell at women."
Nicole: "Your nonstop emotional abuse that is the only way you can relate to people has really indebted me to you. I won't write stories. But can I be a researcher for you?"
Will: "If there's one thing the FBI is known for, it's being loosey-goosey with HR requirements. You've got yourself a deal."