Whatever you do on your own time isn’t my business, but tomorrow and any time you’re around Flynn you better be sober.

Alice

Drug dealer: That shit’s everywhere. You can buy it online. There ain’t no such thing as pure Fentanyl on the street.
Emily: You sure about that?

Emily: Can you get them to run a tox screen, please?
Tommy: That may take a while. She’s not exactly a priority.
Emily: Tom, she told me someone was after her. Someone killed her, I can feel it. Can you make it a fucking priority?
Tommy: Okay.

Emily: Why didn’t you tell me about her?
Warren: I thought she was long gone.
Emily: You said she was dead.
Warren: For all intents and purposes, she was.
Emily: How much did you guys know about her?
Warren: Enough to know she should be kept away.

Flynn: So, she’s my grandmother.
Emily: No, your grandmother is Helen Byrne, the woman who made your baby blanket for you.
Flynn: But she’s your mom.
Emily: Yeah. I just met her too.

I am not letting my problems endanger my kid. Not again.

Emily

Alice: It’s kind of wrong, isn’t it?
Jack: What?
Alice: One hundred and twenty-one people died and you and I have a new lease on life.

My story was all over the news, I bet it was exciting. Somewhere along the lines our stories blurred and fiction becomes fact.

Emily

Julianne: We can’t rule things out until we’re certain.
Crown: Then get certain.

Emily: My birth mother is dead.
Valerie: I may not be the freshest daisy in the garden but hey, you know, I’m still breathing.

Julianne: If you were convinced that your government was conspiring against you to usher in the coming police state, what would you do?
Crown: I don’t know, take off my tin foil hat and go get some fresh air.

Julianne: Many domestic fringe groups are convinced that FEMA responding to a real or manufactured disaster or threat will use their emergency powers to round up American patriots and take them to government concentration camps.
Cal: My Uncle Frank listens to crap like that on talk radio all day long.

Absentia Season 2 Quotes

I’m not a drunk, Jack, that’s your thing.

Emily

Emily: Oh, Christ.
Warren: Not quite. Just your Dad.