Lie To Me

Cal: I suppose you might say I'm the kind of doctor that's a bit of a pain in the ass, really. Ilene: Oh, yeah? Why? Cal: I poke about a bit.

Emily: I was going to go over to Francie's. Cal: I've got a concussion, Em, not a brainectomy. You were going to Willy's weren't you? Emily: Liam's. Cal: Aha!

Cal: (opens his eyes to see Loker staring at him) Nightmare. Hang on a sec. (closes his eyes) Changing channels. (opens his eyes) Nope. Still there. My brain must be on the blink. Loker: Again?

Loker: You actually read this book? Cal: No, Loker. I just leave it laying around so that bunkers like you will find it and think I'm clever. Loker: Could be Emily's.

Cal: What's that, then? Emily: Oh, a memory test. Cal: Look, it was just a knock to the head, Em. Emily: No such thing as just a knock to the head at your age. Cal: Where'd you get that mouth from? Emily: I forget. You tell me.

Emily: Are those the Mayan ruins? Cal: I don't know. I can't remember. Emily: I'm going to Cancun with my friends next year. Cal: Can I come? Emily: So is that a yes? Cal: What? Emily: Mexico. Cal: Who? Emily: Dad. Cal: What were we talking about? Emily: Don't be a plonker. Cal: You get that mouth from me, girl. Don't you forget it.

Gillian: Listen, I want you to know that we believe the D.A. is over-reaching with this murder too. And we want to help you, Mrs. Jackson. Mrs. Jackson: You're working for the D.A. Ria: Well, actually, we like to believe that we work for the truth.