Maura: Caffeine bad.
Jane: Death worse.

You're like a brother to me, with really soft lips.

Jane: Did the autopsy smell follow you in here?
Maura: No, but your hormones did.

Maura: How about depression?
Jane: Only since you started asking me all of these questions.

Don't let her use the Latin on you.

Maura: You know what's in here?
Jane: Yummy goodness.

ane: French women don't obsess over the occasional glass of wine while they're pregnant.
Maura: French women don't shave their underarms.

Maura: And when I look at him I picture us having sex, if you get my drift?
Jane: It'd be impossible not to.

The guy who said that he really wanted my body, he meant it literally because he was a serial killer who made sculptures out of dead women's bodies.

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.

Frankie: Not the type of guy you want to bring home to mother.
Maura: Not ever his mother.

That person isn't going to be any less dead if I wait just for a little bit.