Diane: "Which is the other half of it. The last overturned conviction about crime lab malfeasance meant a ten million dollar award."
Alicia: "Ahem, which is not a guarantee at all. And would be split three ways."
Lindsey: "So you're saying I should reject it."
Diane: "Sure as hell we are not. These are your options. And, side note, we won a case last year about this. I, for one, think it's important to hold those in power responsible for their fuckups."
Alicia: "Although it's fun for us to sit around counting our money and linking it to our ideals, when we haven't spent a day in jail like you."
Lindsey: "See these dollar signs in my eyes?"
L/G: "You have 72 hours to decide, on that or any other criterion you judge most important."
Lindsey: "What would you do?"
Alicia, actually thinking about it: "I have literally no idea. That's what this episode is about."
LOCKHART & FLORRICK
Diane: "What do you think?"
Alicia: "She needs the money."
Diane: "We all do, honey. That's what I'm pretending not to be counting on."
Hey, what's that on the television there? Let's investigate.
Mike: "...Panel report that even the wife of the State's Attorney himself signed off on, that said there was a coverup by her husband and those in power..."
Alicia: "That weird feeling is developing into another stronger feeling."
Mike: "...Which is why I'm proud to announce my campaign for Governor of Illinois."
Alicia: "...There it is. There it motherfucking is. Wow."
I mean, wow. I honestly just didn't see that coming. I guess after Wendy Scott-Carr stubbornly refused to ever make sense, in the final analysis, I was expecting more of that. Or that his bizarre ethical questionnaires were about summing up the season. But this?
Kalinda, running in from miles away: "I felt a disturbance in the Force. Of our love. What is wrong?"
Alicia: "Literally everything. Every thing."
THE TWILIGHT OF THE GOLDS
Mike On TV: "...I was never the best father or husband, or person really, but when my son got leukemia and I rescued all those babies from that house full of burning puppies and I single-handedly rewrote our nation's tax code, I realized something..."
Eli: "Fuck fuck fuck where is my shoe? Why did I fuck you? Where is my life?"
Lovely Vanessa: "Hee, hee. Who's that guy on TV?"
Eli: "The competition."
Eli: "No, Peter's. The real competition."
Vanessa: "In bed with me, thinking only of him..."
Eli: "That sort of thing, my friend, is too close for comfort. Stop acting like Reporter Tammy and give me my goddamn shoe."
Vanessa: "Off to your Peter, you little slut..."
Eli: "Sigh. This was a mistake."