Diane: "Whoa. Okay. That went bad. Nice speech, though! Very relevant to my struggles as a successful professional woman, like we both are."
Maddie: "...Actually, there is somebody at your firm that I'm dying to meet who isn't you. In Litigation..."
Diane: "Ah, Will Gardner. He's my partner. We're partners at the firm."
Maddie: "No, bleh. No. That woman who stood by her husband. The Good Wife."
Diane: "Fucking for real?"
Maddie: "Have her give me a call."
Diane: "She's actually on the reorganization committee I just made up, so..."
Maddie: "Great, whatever. Stop wasting my time and have her call me, okay?"
Diane: "She's only a fourth-year, for Chrissake! She is my motherfucking mentee!
Poor Diane! That sucked so bad. But I love how they cast Maura Tierney in this role, because like, I have wanted Maura Tierney to be my best friend since I was a teenager. She always seems so with-it. Even on ER when she played like a feral drunk or whatever it was, I still wanted her advice about things. She's like this ultimate Big Sister that could teach Diane about makeup and tampons and bulimia and shit like that, but she's too busy (So Very Busy!) with her boyfriends and after-school job and driver's license-having to even consider the fact that you, like, exist.
Will: "Do you need a minute? You seem pretty devastated by this wrongful death."
Fiancée: "I mean, I'm the starry-eyed child activist True Believer. He just came down to see me and pretend he cared about things I cared about, so I would have sex with him. It was a prime thing of our love."
Will: "And he'd proposed to you, correct? A month previous to him dying with 1400 volts in his body, making him barf foam and die while you clutched at his body?"
Fiancée: "Yes! We were getting married in August. This was my last chance to hold him."
The video continues to be heartwrenching, the fiancée is herself a heartbreaker, and Will finally finds a second to ask Alicia where the hell John Gaultner is. Gone, he's gone. Temple excuses the fiancée and invites them all back at nine tomorrow, since he's got -- you guessed it -- a Harvard Alumni Association meeting. Suddenly, as they're gathering their stuff, the bailiff presents him with a note and he calls everybody up to the bench.
Temple: "Fiancée, don't go anywhere. Lawyers, have you heard of Illinois Supreme Court Rule 243? Took effect last July? No? Well, I haven't had a chance to exercise it yet, so I'm very enthused. It permits jurors in civil cases to submit written questions to witnesses. And we got one! On this paper right here!"