Jackie: "Jacqueline Florrick, mother and favorite person of current Cook County State's Attorney and future Illinois Governor, Peter Florrick. I'm having cards printed."
Perrotti: "Did you give a speech on 18 October of last year?"
Perrotti: "And Eli Gold was there, watching you like a hawk?"
Jackie: "Due to my tendency to say racist shit and go off-message within seconds, yes."
Perrotti: "And there was a reception afterwards, where you stood around bugging Mr. Gold and Mr. Saxon with your nonstop meddling?"
Jackie: "We talked about arthritis, and anything else I brought up when it was my turn to be in control of shit. When I wasn't, we talked about Jewish stuff."
Jackie: "You know, Jew stuff. Money, Fridays. Seder. Unmitigated gall. The usual..."
Eli: "This is the best day of that old bitch's entire life."
Elsbeth: "Seriously, what the fuck is this?"
Eli: "You have no idea how much she hates me. I could start listing reasons today, and it would be summertime before you even began to glimpse the whole of it."
Perrotti: "Okay, but aside from your intense old-people racist bullshit, was there politics?"
Jackie: "Oh, much of a political nature was discussed. But Mr. Gold doesn't like it when I discuss politics, so often I just listen. Often on my red and scabbing knees, as I wash the floors on hand and foot. Sometimes I listen from inside the fireplace, where I sit among the ashes. Occasionally I listen from the garbage, where he keeps me when he doesn't need me, and where I wait in vain for a moment with my son."
Perrotti: "Were there deals made?"
Jackie: "Yeah, you mean like discounts on his crisis-management fees in return for Mr. Saxon transporting Greengate residents to the Cook County straw poll to vote for my son? Does that count?"