It looks like Hello Kitty threw up on My Little Pony.

Men in kimonos make me nervous.

Jane: What, our killer's a zombie?
Korsak: Could be fun. Probably wouldn't have to morandise him or anything.

I bet a fancy investment firm has air conditioning.

Raising my mother's a lot harder than I thought.

Angela: You could always take care of yourself, Jane. Go ahead, go knock 'em dead.
Jane: I'm a homicide detective, Ma. They're already dead.

What am I supposed to do all day, lay here and dream about a world without salad.

Remember when I spilled motor oil on my Communion dress. When you were done with it it looked like new.

She seems alright. Helpful. Least likely to leave Cheetos crumbs on the keyboard.

You'll figure out that book before you figure out my mother.

Jane: I just don't want you to…
Maura: I know, screw up a relationship with the first guy I like who doesn't want to kill me.
Jane: Yes.

Because if Alan snuck up on this woman with a knife and she caught him, she'd kick his ass.