JT: Heather wants penis straws? She actually wrote that in her email.
Tess: Yeah. Apparently they're a bachelorette party staple.

JT: So we're not sexually mismatched?
Tess: Not that I'm aware of. Do you think we are?
JT: No. I'm good.

Tess: You never give yourself credit JT, you that? You always sells yourself short -- don't, you stood up for me. That's you, not some crazy ass medicine.
JT: Well, I didn't like the way they were treating you.

[talking to Cat] You keep looking for your greater purpose, this could be it.

Cat: He was shot and killed in a locked hospital room.
Tess. The only think I can think of is. [Cat interrupts]
Cat: Another serum enhanced super-human took him out.

Tess: What again with the hospital? What's going on with you?
JT: Excuse me, I didn't shoot myself.

Cat: Seriously, babysitting duty! This is just not about distracting me from Vincent, is it?
Tess: Alright. OK, so we buried the lead. Come on Cat, ever since I took over this precinct, I'm under a ton of pressure to get the numbers up, and that means I need the next generation of detectives up to snuff.

Tess: Just because you're dating a police captain, doesn't mean you can kick in other people's doors.
JT: Vincent does it all the time. Why can't I have some fun?
Tess: Because Vincent's a beast, Bob and Carol are super assassins and you're just a dude who heals himself.
JT: Gee, thanks.

Tess: You can see in the dark now too?
JT: Looks like it.

[to Carol] If JT's dead, you're dead.

Cat: I cannot justify going for tea with my mom's sisters when somebodies hunting Vincent.
Tess: They're not hunting Vincent, they're hunting beasts. They don't even know that he is one.

You have enough secrets Cat, being mad at your mom shouldn't be one of them.

Beauty and the Beast Quotes

Vargas:This is where he lives? A chemical plant?
Cat: He's a researcher, maybe he works from home?
Vargas: Or maybe it's a meth lab.
Cat: Just my type.

Everyone told me it was just a coyote or a bear. This thing I thought I had seen was just a result of my concussion or post traumatic stress. No, the men who killed my mother were beasts. I believed them. Until now.

Cat