Hellinger: "I seem to have fallen in love with your prudence."
Alicia: "Not done! What this is, is a motion for Martinel Security to present your attacker in court for questioning, this Ricky Waters. And you don't know where Mr. Waters is being stationed in Afghanistan because they won't respond to your discovery requests. The trick is, don't ask them. They'll lie either way, because it's in everybody's best interest all the way up the line to wait this thing out. You have to do the legwork the system lets you do and find out for yourself."
Hellinger: "So how* do I do it?"
Alicia, verbatim: "Consultation's over. Am I hired?"

*SPEAKING OF KALINDA, HEH

Gold & Sharma walk very fast around and around a small courtyard like it's an Aaron Sorkin hallway.

Eli: "You gotta find out something about the magazine, or the editors, or that damned Mandy Post. They're all Democrats so it can't be politics, but there's something. Bias in the background, a job they didn't get, a lawsuit. Nothing is too obscure, I just need something to work with."
Kalinda: "What? Oh sure, no problem. Listen, we have to talk about something else now. Are you being investigated by the Feds?"
Eli, more and more paranoid: "Probably. What's up? Oh God, what are we talking about OH GOD"
Kalinda: "Chill, girl. This is a picture I found, can't tell you where, of you and I having a conversation through noir window blinds. So either this photo is about me, or it's about you."

It's sort of thrilling to think of how that might go. You got Lana, who's not above using the IRS and Lamond Bishop and Kalinda herself against each other in a neverending shell game of being creepy everywhere, and who doesn't mind getting you shot -- but then also Eli is the dirtiest clean guy you ever saw, and who is about to ride his pony -- the pony, in fact, that connects everybody on this show to everybody else on this show -- right into the Governor's Mansion. It really could be anything.