Mrs. Grey: "How can this be fucked up for me?"
Savi: "Well, if they keep pushing, normally we'd offer to exhume the body..."
Mrs. Grey: "Go on."
Savi: "But you know, I'm your lawyer. Privilege applies. So if there were a reason you didn't want me to do that, you could tell me what it is. Or even just say don't do it."
Mrs. Grey: "What do I care? I am stoned off my tits right now, Mrs. Davis."
Savi: "Great. Well, let's go over all the possible witnesses..."
SUCH AS KAREN KIM, GOOD CHOICE-MAKER
Lila: "Dr. Kim? Man named Anthony Newsome here to see you?"
Karen: "Does he have an appointment?"
Lila: "Still not clear on those."
Newsome: "I am here to investigate that guy you euthanized. I used to be a cop with the LAPD."
Karen, keeping it cool: "Like I give a shit you used to be a cop."
Newsome: "Okay, great! So tell me your history with this guy?"
Karen: "He was referred by his PCP three years ago for insomnia, and then I became his regular psychiatrist."
Newsome: "How was he feeling prior to his death?"
Karen: "Like he had cancer, stupid."
Newsome: "So but he wasn't suicidal?"
Karen: "In my professional medical opinion, which comes from a lifetime of practice that builds on an oath before God, no."
Newsome: "Okay, that's all I wanted. Oh, plus also all your notes on his three years of intensive psychiatric therapy."
Karen: "Notes? I'm not the kind of medical doctor that takes notes or writes prescriptions and then doesn't run them through a wood chipper at the first sign of trouble."
Miranda: "April, nice to see you. Face-to-face, that is, rather than either of us hiding behind the respective other one's bushes."
April: "What do you want from me?"
Miranda: "Nice life you got here. Lots of things. Throw pillows. Cash money to buy more pillows, if you feel like throwin' em."
April: "Are you being menacing on purpose, or just because you are from Florida?"
Miranda: "Real shame if some of these throw pillows got stains on 'em, huh? Hey, where's that invisible daughter of yours? She home? She's real pretty. Got a real pretty face."
April: "Get the fuck off my porch, you crazy bitch!"
Miranda: "Oh, I'm goin'. I'm goin', you sweet little cronut. Watch your back."