Damages

Patty: I don't think you realize what's going on here. You were found alone in your house with your wife's body. There's no sign of forced entry, and you lied to the police. Daniel: I am going to be a suspect. Patty: You're the spouse. You're gonna be the suspect.

Ellen: Do you think he [Daniel] killed his wife? Patty: I think it's best not to jump to conclusions. Ellen: But you know him. Do you think he's even capable of something like that? Patty: I think anyone is capable of anything.

Patty: Did you ever hit Christine? Daniel: Enough of this horse shit! What are we talking about here? Patty: Your temper. We both know you have one. Daniel: I never hit her, and I didn't kill her.

(Ellen pulls a printed image from an envelope) Ellen: A sonogram? Tom: It's a boy. (Patty and Tom laughs heartily) Ellen: You're pregnant? Tom: Yeah. Don't tell Deb, though, 'cause I'm supposed to be on the pill.

Claire: (to Wayne Sutry) In the future, don't demand a day-off meeting to clean up another shit storm that you should have been competent enough to keep from exploding out of your own ass. What is it this time?

Ellen: I think kids have got a really basic sense of justice. Don't you? And then, as we get older, it just gets all screwed up. (long pause) Tom: I don't think so. I think as you get older, y-you realize that the world is unfair and that, uh, Mommy and Daddy can't make everything okay. If you want justice, you got to fight and claw and, and do whatever you have to... to get it. Ellen: You've been working for Patty way too long.