Sofia: "Mia! I brought you this dress for cotillion, and these pearls!"
Mia: "What young woman doesn't simply adore the classic look of pearls."
Sofia: (Eats her daughter's face in that way we've come to see she identifies with affection; Mia is grossed out.)
Mia: "Anyway, I'm still dating that motorcycle person."
Sofia: "Even after these pearls? Whatever, I'm just so glad to be your mom. My mother gave me these pearls right before she and Clyde Barrow went on that crime spree."
Mia: "That's nice. I wish you weren't digging your nails into my arm as you say it, though."
Sofia: "I would murder anybody that tried to take you away from me. Just keeping that on the table."
Buffy: "So in summation, Vivian Bowers was not only a whore and a junkie, but also a teen mom. Bless her heart. Where's my check?"
Darcy: "Are we saying Mia has no idea about any of this? What a wonderful piece of mischief with which to concern ourselves today."
Nichole: "I love being the worst, don't you?"
Darcy: "With any luck she'll kill herself and we'll sell more internet clicks or whatever."
Ben Preswick: "So generally with a drug trial of 1200 patients you can get a couple deaths without anybody saying anything, and Lyritrol caused 27. But when I got back from Thailand I saw a report that ignored 25 of those. I knew something was up."
Will: "Ben Preswick, when does the deceased enter this story?"
Ben Preswick: "I told Vivian about it, and we fell in love around this time. We got ahold of some records that proved a payoff to those 25 families, but now it is gone."
Will: "Ben Preswick, is that why you were in the IT last night Ben Preswick? To pull the payoff spreadsheets from the mainframe?"
Ben Preswick: "I guess that's one way to describe it?"
Will: "In your opinion, Ben Preswick, do people who are up to no good keep payoff spreadsheets in offline accounting servers?"
Ben Preswick: "Now you're basically just saying random words."
Joanna: "And you say Edward also knew about this, Ben Preswick?"
Ben Preswick: "Yeah, and now she's dead. On the other hand, he put me in a safehouse. But on the other-other hand, it wasn't so safe after all, because I was ambushed by a charmless horrible FBI agent there and forced to run across rat-infested roofs."
Will: "Ben Preswick, I'm familiar with this part of the story. Will you excuse us, Ben Preswick?"