Every time I lie down, it’s like he’s still on top of me, pressing on my chest.

Crystal

Angie: It’s always been Will’s thing.
Amanda: Well, he’ll have to learn to share, won’t he?

Will: It’s personal. Male serial killers don’t care about death. They’re in it for the torture. The death is just a by-product. Women serial killers want to be present at the moment of death.
Faith: Revenge fantasy?
Will: Exactly.

Angie: Crystal, what is happening? Am I losing my mind?
Crystal: They deserved it.
Angie: No.
Crystal: You understand. You know they deserved it!

Gina, I’m really glad you’re feeling better, but there is no way in hell you’re taking my kids.

Michael

Angie: I thought you might choose me.
The captain: Hey kid, we’re going to make this as painless as possible.
Franklin: What’s happening? Trent, what did you just do? Man, what did you just do?

Maybe this will lead to a break in this unbreakable case.

Our killer drugs them so they can’t fight back, and then she sits on their chest so she can watch them slowly suffocate.

Something happened to this kid. Something bad. I don’t think she planned to kill that trucker in Alabama. I think she was running from a bad situation and ran into something worse.

Antonio: Oh no, it was great. I’m over Bogart. I’m going to embody James Bond.
Will: The position’s been filled.

Will: I love seeing where you’re from.
Lucy: There’s a part of you that’s from here, too.
Will: I don’t feel it yet.
Lucy: Give it time. You just got here.

I want the complaint against Trent withdrawn and you and your team out of my offices.

Amanda