Lindsay: I thought we wake the dead, not the other way round. Damn it, I ordered extra caramel, did you change my coffee order again?
Claire: Yes because that's not coffee, that's diabetes on ice.
Lindsay: It's late, carbs help me think.
Cindy: Hi, I looked for a press area but there wasn't one.
Lindsay: That's because prostitutes laying in this part of town at 3am isn't news.
Lindsay: If, and this is a big if, we're going to have a relationship, we need to set up some ground rules.
Lindsay: Okay. Rule #1: if it looks like I'm too busy to talk, I am.
Tom: When's the last time you took a vacation, hmm? Or went to a movie? For Pete's sake, from what I hear, you're not even dating.
Lindsay: Can we be done? Just so you know, I am dating. Simon, an amazing EMT who loves me just the way I am, obsessions and all.
Tom: Oh. Well, good.
Lindsay: Not good, Tom. Bigger and better.
Lindsay: Any more questions, Lois Lane?
Cindy: Yes. Cocktails, nicknames, does this mean that I am in the club?
Lindsay: Okay, there are some ground rules.
Cindy: I already know a few. No ducking the tape at crime scenes, no first names in public. Err, assume that everything is off the record until I'm told otherwise. What else?
Lindsay: Make me laugh when the chips are down.
Jill: When I'm wrong, tell me I'm wrong even if you think I don't wanna hear it.
Claire: Keep my secrets, trust me with yours. Oh, and buy me shoes on my birthday.
Cindy: So, I'm, err... I'm in?
Lindsay: You're in.