He puffs up in smoke like the Great Gazoo and like, Alicia still doesn't seem to have entirely arrived at the understanding that she is going to die and her kids are going to die and everybody is going to die unless she does exactly as this gnome says, because he does not give a shit.
Diane and Will trying to create a mission statement -- really, watching anybody try to write anything -- is, of course, exasperating and excruciating, but eventually they realize they are driving themselves insane and talk about what they're actually talking about.
Will: "Lockhart/Gardner wants it all, we wanna be the ... biggest, and the best... What. Can we just have a moment when we're not struggling? Please? Just take a breath?"
Diane: "We did. We clinked our glasses and we laughed and we breathed. It was a nice moment, I felt close to you again..."
Will: "No, we didn't. Not really. We're still just as terrified as we were before. Of the fourth-years and the fifth column, Eli's next disaster and Encinal Equity, we're afraid of blood in the water..."
Diane: "Then take another vacation, dick. You weren't even here. You didn't dress in chains, you didn't dream of Hayden Clarke, sitting on your chest. Don't tell me what we can handle. I cannot fucking handle that again."
WITNESS #2 - BOWLING ALLEY GUY
Fella: "Thing is I'm a huuuuuge fan of oxycodone? So maybe I saw Bishop get in that car, maybe it was the Catbus from My Neighbor Totoro. Who can say? Certainly not me. Not Bowling-Alley Guy. Not Bowling Alley Guy and his guts full of drugs."
Liz: "Um, we have this videotape of Bishop and Diaz at a social gathering..."
Alicia: "Which isn't enough, it's never enough. It's just like last week when Elsbeth kept knocking out Perrotti's guys..."
Liz: "I'm not saying Alicia Florrick is a complete and utter moron who spent twelve years forgetting everything she ever learned, back at school where I was better than her anyway, but the purpose of a preliminary hearing is to determine whether probable cause exists?"
Judge: "Yeah. Also, you've still got that manager, Dexter Roja. He looks pretty persuasive, let's do this."
Liz: "So you're pretty much just knocking them out one at a time, huh? You're a total thug, man. Gross me out, you're gross. You're the gross one."
Alicia: "Look at me. No thug has ever been this effortlessly glamorous. Maybe it is you who are the intimidator! And my awesomeness merely freed them from your terrifying spell?"
Liz: "Bitch, who are you calling a Dementor? We all used to sit around, the Old Gang, and call each other and feel so fucking sorry for you. Oh, her husband fucked hookers. Oh, she might get a divorce. But you know what? You were made for each other."
Alicia: "You know what I've thought about you, since law school?"
Alicia: "Nothing, baby."