Crystal: I go home with random guys to pretend I’m someone else.
Angie: Honey, I didn’t know you were having such a hard time.
Crystal: I tried. I tried to pretend it never happened like you said.

Angie: So what do you want me to do?
Michael: I want you to stop thinking like a mentor and start thinking like a detective.

Will: They were going to kill all of us, and then I’d never see you again. That would kill me twice.
Angie: It’s over. You’re not there anymore. You’re right here. You’re right here with me.

Glinda: Well, well. Well. If it isn’t Anita Subpoena.
Angie: Did you just give him a drag name?

Antonio: Now you’re that guy.
Will: Yeah, I am.

Angie: And now our valet is saying she was murdered?
Michael: Yes, he was the first one at the scene, and apparently, Margarita’s dying words were that bitch pushed me.

Angie: Have you talked to anyone about the explosion?
Will: No.
Angie: I think you should. You can talk to me.

Angie: Hey, drug addict, it’s okay to be happy.
Joey: Okay, your boy got a job!

It’s ten o'clock at night. Stop being Will Trent for five minutes.

Will: Are we actually arguing right now about who’s more messed up?
Angie: We don’t have to argue.