Michaela: She’s throwing us a list supper.
Asher: Or she misses us.
Michaela: Baby, she’s dead inside. She doesn’t miss us.

What the hell do you know about safety? You got people dying around you everyday.

Ophelia

Ophelia: Anna Mae, Anna Mae.
Annalise: Oh, Mama.
Ophelia: Girl, you used to have a shelf booty. Can’t put nothing on that now.

Celestine: Right on time, I guess TSA wasn’t screening for ex-cons.
Annalise: Kiss my ass.

Desmond: You’re judging me? I’ll buy you one so I’m not the only degenerate on the plane.
Annalise: You’re good.
Desmond: I wouldn’t want to corrupt you. Any good gossip? Sorry I talk a lot. I just know I’d kick myself later if I didn’t at least try.

It was a big thing. I had an abortion. Please don’t tell mom. She’s going to get all catholic on me.

Laurel

To Michaela, Connor, Laurel, Asher. I booked a table at Haywood tomorrow night. I need you all there. Please come.

Annalise