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Jersey Morelli and Durga
Jersey: Hello? Hello. Jeannie?
I mean, you didn't just kill her, you killed her! Jeezus!
Jersey: Don't what?
Durga: Absent from home and current tour of duty 513 days. Mother: Bonita, 41, waitress. Covertly seeing a man named Simon Brown, every other Thursday at the waterfront hotel.
Durga: I can't ask
Operator: Bergen County Emergency Center. Please, describe your emergency.
Frank: Looks like she's heading for procurement.
'Stupid Cop': Ever taken a PQI?
'Stupid Cop': I didn't ask what you told the MP's, I asked what you were doing up there.
'Stupid Cop': Yeah I had this physics teacher. He passed me on my 12G on one condition - I had to promise him I would never take another physics class again. I guess I'm not too smart. Not like you Miss James. But you know what I am?
'Stupid Cop': Urine test, hair sample, resonance and retina scan...
Hiro: Hello? Hello, are you there?
Kamal: Chapter 3?! You're in my earpiece here whispering date strategy to me out of a book?!
Hiro: Hey buddy!
Did her parents have to pay to get her set up with a handsome medical resident?
Sophia: I am so sorry. I mean, you seem like a nice guy and all.
Sophia:...exactly. Mom would say she understood, but...
Sophia: And then when Aiden did finally show up, he still had meditape on his ankle. And I felt like a total bitch.
Sophia: You mean like, spying on her? I thought chatter lines were encrypted. No one could listen in on me, could they?
Kamal: Ok, well, that's good. You've got some encryption. Ok, it's not completely pathetic. Ok (beep) I'm in. Say something...
Kamal: You want me to spy on your boyfriend?
Machine: You have 3 new messages, and 7 old messages. First unplayed message:
Sophia: Kamal, thanks for the, what would you call it, the Aiden stuff. I guess I didn't realize there would be 30 hours worth. But I'll try the search-thingy you sent with it. Thanks a lot. I owe you big time!
Sophia: I want to do something really brutal to the bastard.
Kamal: No, not, not really. Like a 6, or maybe a 5.