Catherine Willows: Okay, what or who is on Fremont Street that you would risk your life to
get to? Mouthing off to teachers, slipping grades and now hitchhiking. I mean, what is
next, Lindsay?
Lindsay Willows: Stripping.
Catherine Willows: What did you just say? Okay, no phone, no friends, no nothing.
Lindsay Willows: For how long?
Catherine Willows: A month.
Lindsay Willows: Whatever.
Catherine Willows: Hey, you want to make it two?
Lindsay Willows: Dad always said you were a drama queen.
Catherine Willows: Well, what do you expect, Lindsay, since he was always high.
Lindsay Willows: I'd take dad high over you any day! Nana's coming to pick me up. I'll be
out front.

Sara: Greg, you said you wanted to help out.
Greg: Well yeh, with searching April's apartment, maybe finding the bad guy.
Sara: This counts as field work you know.
Greg: Oh, I'm smiling on the inside.
Sara: Dirty laundry or garbage? You know what you take the garbage.
Greg: Thanks.

Sara: Greg, you said you wanted to help out.
Greg: Well yeh, with searching April's apartment, maybe finding the bad guy.
Sara: This counts as field work you know.
Greg: Oh, I'm smiling on the inside.
Sara: Dirty laundry or garbage? You know what you take the garbage.
Greg: Thanks.