Women's Murder Club Season 1 Episode 9

Lindsay: I left a message for Claire's sub Roberta, to call me on my cell as soon as she is done with the Whitney autopsy. Am I forgetting anything?
Cindy: Um... No, no, not forgetting, no.
Lindsay: What was that?
Cindy: What?
Lindsay: That hesitation. And now the lack of eye contact and the foot tapping, what?
Cindy: Nothing! It should wait until tomorrow. I promised Jill and Claire I would keep you on a very specific schedule.
Lindsay: You know you want to tell me or we'd be out the door by now.

Lindsay: Jill, we've got it covered here, ok? Go home, get some rest.
Jill: Honestly, this case is the only thing keeping me from losing it.
Lindsay: Well, now you know the method to my madness.

Lindsay: How did you get in here?
Cindy: The bouncers know me. I am Grace to, like, ten Wills in this city.

(Cindy walks in the room and Lindsay is crying.)
Cindy: What happened?
Lindsay: He said "I do".

Claire: So where's your date?
Jacobi: Why bring a snack to an all-you-can-eat buffet?

Lindsay: OK, you know what I hate about Heather? Every time I see her or talk to her, she says something that makes me respect her a little bit more.

Lindsay: I can drop you at home.
Cindy: Nuh-uh, no no no no no. I promised Jill and Claire that I wouldn't leave you.
Lindsay: That was when we were spa-ing. And now I'm working.
Cindy: Lindsay, you just heard your ex-husband's wedding vows. Have you taken five minutes to process how huge that is? Why would you, you're a hardened homicide inspector... Here's the thing; at some point you're gonna be hit with a wave of loss and sadness so massive you're not even going to be able to breathe, so will you just shut up and let me be here for you?
Lindsay: Let's go.

Thaddeus: (About his parents) No, they're Republicans, they're not murderers.

Lindsay: What's that?
Jacobi: Nothing... Babcock got us a group discount at the International House of Ties. I'll put it away.
Lindsay: Why would you do that?
Jacobi: Because it's a one hundred percent silk reminder of your ex-husband's wedding. Some would find it distracting.
Lindsay: I am laser-focused on this case. A little Italian neckwear isn't gonna distract me.

Heather: Excuse me. I was looking for Tom. Have you seen him?
Lindsay: We haven't... I didn't mean to...
Heather: You need to leave.
Lindsay: Absolutely.
Heather: No, all of you. I'm sorry, don't take this the wrong way, I don't wanna be a bitch, but... this is my wedding. And you're not doing me any favors by being here when I know that you would all rather be somewhere else. (To Claire) You can't stay off the phone. (To Jill) You were the center of a drunken spectacle. (To Cindy) I don't even know you. (To Lindsay) And you. Crashing weddings and lurking in the alley? This can't be fun for you.
Lindsay: It's not.
Heather: He's not yours anymore, Lindsay. So do yourself a favor and let him go.