Dirt

Lucy: You only worry about your image. Brent: I'm worried about the magazine's image. What we publish has consequences. Lucy: This case was going nowhere until we stepped in. If we keep at it, we may just raise enough hell to bring this girl's killer to justice! How's that for consequences? Brent: Wow, seems like I hit a nerve. What are the odds of that, like four in a billion? Lucy: Oh God.

Chuck: (to Willa) Well, you got your first crime-story interview. God help us.

Wila: So, what was Lucy like when she was starting out? I mean, what was her first big story? How did she rise so far and so fast? Chuck: (scoffs) You're a one-man press conference. Look, you want to be a reporter? Remember this: Everyone wants to tell their story. You gotta cultivate your source, one question at a time. Sometimes...no questions. Wila: (giggles) Sorry.... So, what was Lucy like when she started out? Chuck: Kinda a little bit like you. [Willa smiles] Chuck: Not necessarily a compliment.

Chuck: Look, there's a memorial for this girl at the local church in two hours. Why don't we go there, check it out, see what we see? Wila: How did you know about it? Chuck: Big complicated story like this, intricate local politics...you really gotta know how to dig. [Willa notices a flyer for the memorial attached to the telephone pole right next to them] Chuck: It's nice out, let's walk. Maybe we'll find another scoop on the way.

Lucy: Celebrity murder always trumps celebrity weddings, you know that. Brent: She's not a celebrity. Lucy: Yes, well, she will be.

Chuck: Your office just seems to get bigger and bigger. Lucy: Same office Chuck. Chuck: And yet bigger. Maybe I should do a story; mysterious expanding office takes on all in its path. Lucy: I need you on something. Chuck: You already have me up to my ears in nuts and sluts.

Girl: They're crap images, people wanna see the glam. Lucy: People wanna see the glam? What is that a Shakira lyric?

Chuck: Oh, please. The cover's a lie and you know it! Lucy: The cover is a sales tool. The story is inside and it's accurate. Chuck: (exhales abruptly in frustration) This is why I don't do this anymore. I get sent in to get facts, and they get twisted around to make the cover work.

Tyler: Look, there's no way I got Amber pregnant, ok? I mean, her virginity was sacred to both of us. That's why we agreed I'd only put it in her butt.

Julia: You knew...you knew someone had a sex tape on me and you didn't tell me. (hits Holt several times) What kind of a person are you?! Holt: Been asking the same thing about you for a long time. [Holt picks up his bag and walks out]

Holt: I can't come in. Julia's expecting... (Lucy cuts him off) Lucy: Did I invite you in?

Holt: So I guess I owe you? Lucy: Yeah, you do. Holt: (quietly) Yeah. [They start making out]

Brent: So, still exploiting the dead girl next week? Lucy: I don't know, Brent. Still exploiting the live girl this week? Brent: (sarcastic laugh) Looks, brains, and venom. How do you stay single? Lucy: Oh, you know, it's a battle. Brent: Yeah...clearly.

Willa: Look, Maddy. The police are going to find out anyway. So if you tell me, at least I can paint the right picture for people.

Don: (looking at the cover photo of Brenda) She looks sweet. Sad. Lucy: Why? She's smiling. Don: Sad smile. She reminds me of you when you were younger.

Don: Who are they? Lucy: A favor to a publicist.