Agent Elizabeth Santoro: Still, it gets me out of Portland for a while.
Michael: I hear it’s nice up there.
Agent Elizabeth Santoro: Who told you that? All it ever does is rain. Imagine London, but full of hippies.
Lee: Unfortunately, Detective, the reality is that this is the way most marriages die--not with epic rounds of screaming matches, not with threats or ultimatums, but with two people who wander slowly away from one another without a word. they completely forget what ir really means to be together until one day, they look up and they discover that their so far apart... there's no way back.
Vega: I don't think I could ever leave LA. LA's perfect.
Michael: Oh yeah?
Vega: Yeah. I went out with an actress the other day who asked me to memorize lines. She said the only way that she could get into the part was to strip away everything that wasn't part of the character, so she gets naked and reads a script to me for an hour and a half. I mean, you cannot find that in Oregon.
Michael: She read to you?
Michael: You and I have different definitions of "perfect."
Gemini: Can you really not tell if you're awake or asleep? I bet they've told you that you're crazy. That you need help. that you need to get well. You see, that's the thing about guys like you and me. There's no other way for us to be. You take away what makes us us, and what's left. No, don't let them do that to you. The world needs a few of us to see it... sideways. Sweet dreams, Detective Britten. And speaking just for myself, I'd be very disappointed if you woke up.