Victoria: Don’t worry. I’ve got your back. I’ll help you figure this out.
Darby: Absolutely. We will help you figure this out.
Antonio: Thank you both. I didn’t know who else to turn to.

Darby: Why didn’t you tell this guy to take a hike? You were happy to tell the millennials to get lost.
Victoria: Because I’m stuck. My last two books were flops, and I’m afraid the ride is over. I’m not relevant anymore.

Clark: Can you help us get our stolen server back?
Victoria: Of course. Any friends of Alistair’s are friends of ours.

Victoria: You know, I’ve always been interested in virtual reality.
Darby: Your whole life is a viral reality.

Victoria: This is my writing room. I need to write.
Darby: There are plenty of other rooms in the house, honey.
Victoria: Not going to happen.

Victoria: I know you want your own space, but I wanted us to be close so that we can communicate.
Darby: That’s incredible. Thanks, Mom.
Victoria: I’m glad you like it. I wanted it to feel like home to us both.

Darby: Wait a minute. You’re going to change my bedroom into an office.
Victoria: It’s an ideal space.
Darby: For me to sleep in.
Victoria: There are plenty of other rooms in the house, honey.

Darby: I’m not just your kid moving back into the house. I’m a grown woman with my own life. It’s about you not respecting my boundaries.
Victoria: If we’re talking about boundaries, I need you to respect my writing time. I need peace and quiet to concentrate. After all, Bryn Martel still pays the bills around here.

I’m sorry this has been so painful for you, but having you here has been the highlight of my year. Maybe I shouldn’t have strung you along, but if it’s any consolation, you have terrific investigative instincts.

Darby: Sounds like we should start with them.
Victoria: Let’s start with Noelle. She’s the eldest and the most difficult. You two should get along swimmingly.

Victoria: What are you trying to say?
Darby: Nothing. It’s just no wonder he’s made some questionable life choices. People do crazy things to be seen and loved.

Victoria: We’re going to a morgue. No one wants to be there. You’re so uptight. That’s what living in the city does to a person. You have to take your cop cap off and start thinking like a PI.
Daby: Fine. But if we get arrested, you’re covering bail.

The Spencer Sisters Quotes

Victoria: The prodigal daughter returns. But why do you look like a long-haul trucker?
Darby (to herself): Brand new record.

You couldn’t solve a crime if you committed it yourself, and if you stopped taking leadership packs from the Don Draper School of Management, you would recognize that I’m a better detective than he’ll ever be! I quit!

Darby