October 31, 2014 | 0 Comments
Annalise: Wes, don’t you leave this house!
Annalise: Wes, don’t you leave this house!
Wes [to Annalise]: Your husband’s Mr. Darcy.
Sam: You won your case? Annalise: Mistrial. Where you at Yale when Lila was murdered?
Michaela: Oh my god, are you crying? Asher: No, allergies.
Connor: See, sexting pays off.
Nate [to Annalise]: I don’t believe you. To be honest, I don’t even care. You want to sleep next to a killer, go for it.
Rebecca [to Wes]: I’ve been staring at the walls for like three days. I need company, otherwise I might go all red rum on your ass….
Laurel: We finally have a client I don’t hate. Asher: Really? The guy who shot his dad in the back?
Annalise: Did you love her? Sam: No. It was her, she was persistent. She kept coming to me about her family, about her boyfriend. Annie,…
Annalise [to Laurel]: Somebody woke up in the mood to fight this morning.