Coreen: You realize that Mike's giving you this case is like other guys giving you flowers?
Henry: She was beautiful and I loved her.
Vicki: Then she was lucky.
Henry: Are you feeling lucky?
Vicki: They never card me anymore. It's tragic.
Bouncer: What's tragic is you still care about that.
Model: What ever happened to beauty before age?
Vicki: Age stomped beauty's ass.
Henry: When did you become a prude?
Vicki: 5 minutes ago.
Henry: Funny, that's when it started to become interesting for me.
Vicki: Oh, you're the best lie detector a girl could have.
Vicki: What ever happened to the winsome awkwardness of teenagers? You know, their endearing shyness?
Coreen: Different website.
Henry: So the picture of the tattoo proves she knows him.
Vicki: Thereby proving she's a liar.
Henry: Can't hid that note of glee, can you?
Vicki: Don't deny me my small pleasures, Henry.
Henry: Can you even see?
Vicki: Not much. Look, get in the car, we'll argue about who's driving later.
Coreen: You've been reading.
Vicki: I read.
Coreen: Firearms manuals.
Mike: You know what? How I operate as a cop and How I operate in my personal life, you don't get a say in that anymore. Seriously, Vicki, why don't we just end this now? No harm, no foul.
Mike: Elana, I like you a lot but a woman who's not happy with the way she looks, there's no changing her mind. So if you need me to tell you what should be obvious...
Vicki: Here's what you don't understand about anyone who's worked homicide: we can't stop speaking for the dead.
Henry: If I'm doing this, I'm doing it for you.
Henry: Sometimes I think you forget what I am.
Vicki: Sometimes I try to forget.
Henry: I'm not going to be haunted by this.
Vicki: This is mine because I think you could forget who you could be.
