Jane: What is it with the English and their ridiculous hats?
Maura: The Anglican church made women cover their heads.
Jane: With a pink migrating goose.

Jane: I am never getting married or having children.
Maura: Do you think that can protect you?

Maura: I didn't notice but then I was distracted.
Jane: By your reflection in the shiny, shiny plaque.

Maura: Let's talk about his penis.
Jane: If we must.

Jane: Are you OK?
Maura: Yeah. Why?
Jane: Cause you're wearing two different shoes.

Maura: I just wanted to sleep with him. If only he didn't talk.
Jane: Or have a face licking fetish.

A stomach's contents are like somebody's grocery bag. They're so revealing. It's my favorite part.

You're holding me hostage. You think you have any right to ask me personal questions.

You're not even ready for the commitment of calling him by his first name.

Maura: Chimpanzees do that.
Jane: Do what?
Maura: Grab their crotches. It's a sign of aggression.

Jane: Well, that was a long day.
Maura: Because it started yesterday.

Jane: He's kind of like a bedbug.
Maura: Hard to eradicate.