Pearson: That wasn't a negotiation, it's a gift. I was throwing you a bone.
Lindsay: It's just that, um...well...I was looking for a bigger bone.

Pearson: What was all that, Lindsay?
Lindsay: The beginning, professor.
Pearson: Do you know what you're in for?
Lindsay: I think so. Do you?

Rebecca: Bobby, you want to keep this place in operation, that's fine. But you better think real hard about exactly what it is you're trying to keep going.

Rebecca: Bobby, your hookers are here.
Bobby: [annoyed] Clients, Rebecca.
Rebecca: Yeah... your clients. They're here.

Social Worker: Forget the 'takes a village' crap. The village is out of order. The child needs parents.

Vogelman: You lied to me. You told me you weren't beautiful.
Ellenor: Oh, well, you know lawyers. We're taught to conceal the facts.

[Bobby and Lindsay are getting their marriage license.]
Clerk:[to Lindsay]Oh, your initials are LSD. Isn't that funny?

[Girls are all on their desks since there's a rat running around in the office. Ellenor takes out a pistol from her drawer.]
Rebecca: You have a gun?
Ellenor: It's just a starter pistol.
Lindsay: What are you gonna do, race him?
Season 3

[Helen is called in to question the son of a well-known police detective, when he is accused of murder. When she uses his father to get a confession, Bobby tries to have it thrown out because it was made to a police officer, even if he was the suspect's father. Meanwhile, Eleanor represents a slightly retarded young man accused of murder, and suspects a surprise witness who suddenly comes to his defense might be lying.]
Richard Bay: "There are heroes in this world. They're called district attorneys. They don't get to have clients � people who smile at them at the end of the trial; who look them in the eye and say thank you. Nobody's there to appreciate the district attorney because we work for the state. And our gratitude comes only from knowing there's a tide out there. A tide the size of a tsunami coming out of a bottomless cesspool. A tide called crime which if left unchecked will rob every American of his freedom. A tide which strips individuals of the privilege of being able to walk down a dark street or to take $20 out of an ATM machine without fear of being mugged. All Congress does is talk. It's the district attorney who grabs his sword, who digs into the trenches and fights the fight; who dogs justice day after day after day without thanks; without so much as a simple pat on the back. But we do it. We do it. We do it because we are the crusaders. The last frontier of American justice. Knowing that if a man cannot feel safe, he can never, never, feel free."