EXT COURT

Alicia: "Aidan, I know you're pretentious, but please don't fall for her crap. If she gets you talking about filmmaking or the art of the cinema auteur, you're going to look like somebody who curated suicides, and we're sunk. Just answer yes or no. Do you know those words and can you say them."
Aidan: "Sometimes. But I am very artistic."
Alicia: "Yes or no."
Kalinda: "Talk about why you made the film. Why suicide is a big deal for you. The actual shit."
Aidan: "Maybe we should just wait for Will. He's easier to obey, because of his penis."
Kalinda: "Will gave Alicia this case because he trusts her, and because juries -- among other people, some of whom may be standing here having this conversation while slowly dying inside -- also love her. Got it?"

ELI INCOMING

Alicia: "No."
Eli: "Alicia..."
Alicia: "No! I am busy! My job is my job, I am doing my job! Go away!"
Eli: "Whatever, I just dropped by to tell you that Peter might be the DNC keynote speaker..."
Alicia: "Parts of my autonomic nervous system still think that's a big deal. Pay no attention to the slight smile on my face."
Eli: "I take it as a compliment, considering how long I've spent this season working Donna Brazile. Anyway, are you divorcing Peter?"
Alicia: "The fuck?"
Eli: "Donna Brazile wants to know."
Alicia: "Tell her, 'The fuck?'"
Eli: "It's not like that. It's just my backhanded way of tattling on David Lee for telling me he was administrating your divorce possibilities. Shorthanded, what I'm saying is that David Lee ratted you out, and I'm glad about it because now you will hate him more, and because it means if I know this and Donna Brazile psychically knows this, soon everyone will know this."
Alicia: "The worst kind of Eli manipulations are when you tell me you're doing it."
Eli: "That's how Rumpelstiltskins work."

GARDNER HOUSE OF BLUES

Diane: "Willlllllll, I missss you, please come hang out with meeeee, David Lee is a sanitary naaaapkin, I caught Eli sniffing my Louboutiiiiiiiiins."
Will: "I am writing my book on the Shock Doctrine as it applies to the Supreme Court and can't be arsed."
Diane: "I am not kidding! You get your ass here! We'll drink like Don Draper, you can play your guitar, I don't care. Whatever you want, buddy. I'll give you an office to write your book."
Will: "Instead, you should come play video games with me and we can both ignore the firm."
Diane: "Not at all sure I won't take you up on that."