Kalinda: "Well, look at this, my two favorite people! For sex things! And information."
Dana & Cary: Tails wagging, but feeling weird about how they had virtual lesbian sex with her last night.
Kalinda: "Get home all right?"
Dana: "Um..."
Kalinda: "Cary, did you sleep all right?"
Dana & Cary: "She knows! Our lesbian secret!"
Kalinda: "Nice jacket, Dana."
Dana: "Thanks! I bought it at the lesbian store. I remembered what brand from how I stared awkwardly at the label in back of your jacket for a million years that time, and then bought it."
Kalinda: "Is that to make Cary want you more, or because it's like you're having sex with me by wearing a same jacket?"
Dana: "Both! Everything is so weird right now!"

Diane: "Well, so nice of you to drop by. I will be dealing out some justice of my own on you assholes."
WSC: "Thank you so much for your time."
Diane: "No, thank you so much for wasting mine."
Kalinda: "Diane, we need to talk for a sec."
Diane: "That much is very goddamn clear."

Kalinda: "Bye, Two Favorite People!"
Dana & Cary: Hands in pockets, blushing, kicking at the carpet, mumbling.

That's mission creep, too. Watch.

NOT A SMOKING SECTION

Diane: "Hey, you're being investigated."
Will: "Yeah, I totally know that? It's fine."
Diane: "No, it's heating up. Kalinda was wrong for the first time in a long time. Peter's got Wendy Scott-Carr up our asses. She just tried to turn me."
Will: "I know all about this. It's about Lemond Bishop."
Diane: "No, you idiot, listen to me talking. It is now about you. Just you."
Will: "They are trying to scare you."
Diane: "They have succeeded. Listen, they have shit on you."
Will: "I am squeaky cl..."
Diane: "Please. This particular thing, of the billion creepster things you do, is about judicial bribes and the Wednesday night basketball games. [The basics.] Look, don't say anything to me, I don't want to know or be subpoenaed. But fix it."
Will: "But it's not..."
Diane: "Oh my God Will. We used to have a shorthand. Fine, I will spell it out. This is an SA fishing expedition, to sink us as a firm, because you are fucking Peter Florrick's wife."
Will: "Harsh!"