Even drunk, she won't say "hooker." She'll say "hobo," a colloquialism that she just invented, but "hooker" is just a little too much for old Alicia.
Celeste: "Oh, that's ancient history anyway. And it was only $45,000. And he put it back."
Alicia: "You're so bad at this!"
But: Is she?
Celeste: "I know. I'm sorry. I'm transparent as cellophane!"
...But: Is she really?
Suddenly, Celeste spots a guy in the bar and decides to go have sex with him. Alicia's appropriately shocked, in that Kalinda way she used to be, but I don't know. I suddenly miss Celeste already.
Celeste: "Just remember, Will is like me. He'll always disappoint you."
Long time getting Apeneck ready for the deal: This guy Garfield Park got hit last week and Pike needs to admit he ordered it, and then Sweeney's free and clear, assuming he lives through the next twenty minutes. He's not really feeling too trustworthy about the snipers or whatever, for a variety of reasons; he looks right at her when he says it.
"When things happen, Mrs. Florrick, they happen fast."
Continuing to blow the ASA and AUSA's minds, Alicia does her Horse Whispering thing about how she'll be right here the whole time, please don't get yourself killed, and once he's gone -- and making a real bad start at a convo with Pike -- she flutters her hands (not really, but Alicia's imperceptible version) and is already planning his funeral and it's really quite sweet.
Not only because her feelings about Colin Sweeney are some of the most important feelings she ever has, and because he's the most dramatically and absolutely "evil" person of the show, and because he -- because the mystery of him -- appeals to a part of her that can't ever see the light but makes her very good at her job, and not just because he's a test of her compassion, which is like Jesus porn to me, but because when it comes down to it, she really doesn't want to see a dude get shanked.