Monica[On the phone with Ally]Hey, Ally? Ally, listen to me: you deserve to be happy. You deserve to have someone love you for the beautiful, neurotic mess that you are. I mean, you can be so clueless sometimes; it's one of the ten things I hate about you, honestly. You can't let Jay go off to his best friend's wedding and hook up with a bunch of bridesmaids and move to Notting Hill. No. This is love, momma. Some kind of... wonderful, crazy stupid love, actually.
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Jay SimmondsThese muscles weren't made for violence; they were made for cuddling!
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Ally McCabeI didn't know that murder was a love language.
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Ally McCabe[to a statue of Saint Valentine]Your day fucking sucks.
Ally McCabeMy point is, it's not real. And somehow, I landed a job that forces me to propagate a fantasy in order to sell blood diamonds harvested from third world slave labor, so please forgive me if I'm not swept away by your magical notions of romance.
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Fran[Fran entering the interrogation room about Ally] Detective, we got an H.W.W. up front. What do you want me to do with her?