Lindsay: 'kay, sorry I'm late, I had to stop at the bureau and get my stuff back.
Claire: No problem. So, uh, how was the goodbye?
Lindsay: It was not so much a goodbye, as a continuation.
Jill: He's staying...
Lindsay: No, but he's coming back. From time to time. Eventually. (The Club looks awkward) It's better than it sounds. It is!
Cindy: The long distance thing never works. Take it from me...
Lindsay: Hello, a little support maybe?
Claire: She's right, he's been pretty great so far.
Lindsay: Exactly, and I can take some vacation time and go visit him.
Jill: Uh-huh, when was, um, when was the last time you took a vacation?
Cindy: Seventh grade, maybe?
Lindsay: Okay, you know what, you people have no faith in romance or two people who care about each other... (Answering her cellphone) Boxer!
Claire: Ten bucks say in half hour from now, we're at a crime scene.
Cindy: I was so looking forward to shrimp...
Lindsay: (On the phone) I don't understand, I thought he was fine, I thought it was nothing. No, never mind, yeah, I'll be right there.
Lindsay: It's my dad...