Jane: What are you doing here?
Maura: Everything I can before Popov shows up pickled.

Frost: You look a little naked.
Jane: Excuse me.
Frost: I can see your knees

Jane: I see you and Hope geeked out over coffee. That sounds nice.
Maura: It wasn't.

Jane: Do you think if I tracked him down in Florida and forced myself to watch him snuggle with his slutty blonde girlfriend I wouldn't miss him so much?
Maura: No. What makes you think she's blonde?
Jane: They're always blonde.

He's always eight chess moves ahead. Where do you think you got your IQ points?

Sometimes you've got to dance with the devil to get a conviction.

Jane: Did he just look at my boobs?
Maura: 47% of men look at a woman's breasts during a conversation.

Jane: Just make sure that Gilbert skeevy doesn't go through my underwear.
Tommy: Clean ones or dirty?

Jane: I hate you.
Maura: You don't hate me, you just hate feeling vulnerable.

I'll need a quadruple latte with an ibuprofen foam to make this day go better.

I don't know if I'd die for you but I'd come damn close.

I had to live through my mother's hockey mom years.