Max: Hey, Murph.
Murphy: Max

I don't know how to not be with you.

Max

Darnell: Can I ask a favor? It's about Tyson. I heard it was a cop who killed him, and I think that same cop worked for you.
Nia: Yeah, I know. Dean Riley. He was working for me, but nobody offs one of my own without my permission.
Darnell: So you're going to take care of him?
Nia: I can't. He's back on the force now. Plus, I just had to handle his partner. And if he shows up dead too, I don't think they're going to buy another suicide.

Gene: It looks like whoever used that locker last must have really pissed Nia off.
Dean: Yeah.
Gene: I didn't even know they still sent messages like that. I thought that was only in movies. That's nasty.
Dean: It was a dead end.
Gene: More like a dead rat.

Murphy: I can't do this.
Max: Do what?
Murphy: This, whatever this is. After everything I've been through, I realize that I deserve to be happy.
Max: I can make you happy, Murph.
Murphy: No, Max, you can't. I deserve to not sleep in a different hotel bed every night. I deserve to be out in public with my boyfriend. I deserve to have a full life, and you're never going to be able to give that to me.
Max: I know. I know.
Murphy: I can't move on if you stay here, so you need to go now. I'm going to miss you, Max.

I know I don't have the beard or the stupid abs, but you got me.

Jess