In Plain Sight Quotes

Marshall: [Mary and Marshall were interviewing a suspect who made a remark about keeping a DVR he stole. Mary turns around and tries to draw her gun] No, you can't shoot him.

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Mary: This is so stupid!
Marshall: Okay, let's take a moment here and think this through. Henry set it all up, had Lebowski there break in, steal everything and the box of photos to intentionally create a security breach so that we would what, be forced to move them. Why?
Mary: I have no idea. Here's what I do know: I don't care! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of needy, crazy, stupid liars. Seriously, I can't take it anymore! I grew up with them, I live with them, I work with them, and no matter how fast I run or far I go, they breed and come after me! It's like a zombie movie, except the only scary part is that it never ends!
Marshall: How'd that feel?
Mary: Really good!
Marshall: Anything else?
Mary: No, I think I hit it all.
Marshall: Ready?
Mary: Ready. Thanks!
Marshall: De nada.

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Marshall: I like driving at night.
Mary: Me too.
Marshall: I remember being with my dad when I was six, seven. He'd bundle us all up at bedtime and take off for someplace. My brothers and I in the back, half asleep, mom and dad up front. Nobody talking. Just the sound of the road in the dark. Aren't you going to say something funny and mean that'll blow holes in me?
Mary: It sounds nice. My dad had this sweet tooth. Kicked in sometimes late at night. My mom would be getting sloshed, gearing up for a fight, and we'd slip out. Go to this all night place for ice cream. Mostly to get away from her. That and I think he liked being with me. Just the two of us, driving around in the dark singing to the radio.
Marshall: I'll bet he did. I cannot imagine you were a dull child.

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Mary: [voiceover] I pride myself on being able to tell when a relationship won't work, and normally I love being right more than anything. More than Blue Moon beer, Exxon on Main Street, food smothered in malaise sauce, but sometimes it's good to be wrong.

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Mary: [voiceover] My dad once said time kills everything; hope, health, dreams, even love. He told me this on my birthday. I'd just turned six. Then he gave me my present, a pet rock, which I later used in an incident I'd regret. I'm not sure I got it at the time, but I get it now: everything we love is eventually murdered by the hands of time.

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Marshall: Everything okay with you?
Mary: Besides a witness who --
Marshall: I mean is everything okay with you.
Mary: [looks at him for a while] Everything with Rafe is really good, so --
Marshall: So?
Mary: I should be happy about that.
Marshall: And what are you?
Mary: Scared. Pissed. Guilty. And happy. Happy's in there.
Marshall: Somewhere?
Mary: Happy's under a bit of a pile.
Marshall: How come?
Mary: I think I want something that just doesn't exist. I want something that's just right. No argument or doubt, which is insane, right? Because there's always argument, there's always doubt. So, I guess what I'm after here is the insane goal of an insane person.
Marshall: I would say it's the ideal goal of someone who has somehow managed to protect the purest part of her heart, which does not seem insane to anyone who really knows you.
Mary: Which would be you and you.

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Wade Trimble: Without Krista there's no point in anything.
Mary: I know it seems impossible now, but you might meet someone else. Someone you love just as much, maybe more!
Wade: You're never really been in love. If you had, you'd understand.
Mary: I have. I am!
Wade: Did it happen with one look? Because everything you need is in that first second of that first look.

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Mary: [voiceover] Some say love is the only thing we have that is real. Some say life would be a whole lot better without it. For me, the jury's still out. I loved that pet rock my dad gave me because it was from him. Then I threw it at Robert Kwame. Hit him right in the temple. He went down like a Christmas tree in January. I loved Robert, I just wanted to make sure he knew it. I think he did. He ended up being my first kiss.

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Rafael: I think we need to have a talk.
Mary: Okay.
Rafael: I don't think we should get married in July. Or at all.
Mary: [sighs] I knew it when Rita hugged me.
Rafael: You've said it before. I didn't listen. You and I, we don't work.
Mary: It's been hard from the start. [Rafe nods in agreement] I don't know why it isn't easier.
Rafael: Life isn't short. It's long and honestly, I don't know if you love me enough to make this work.
Mary: I do love you.
Rafael: But enough? Maybe that's why it's been so difficult. If I'm wrong you'll say something before I get out of here, okay?
Mary: Okay.
[Rafael leaves without Mary stopping him]

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Mary: What is that?
Marshall: My first work of origami. Notes?
Mary: Stop now or you will never get laid again.

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Mary: [voiceover] Help: the absolute worst of the four letter words and the one I know best. A six year old on tip-toes peering into Brandi's crib, my mother on the bedroom floor, scrounging for the booze, that word coming out of their mouths as a gasp. Like destiny. Help. I've learned over time help doesn't mean grab the other paint roller or hold the ladder still. It means, hey, I screwed up, now what are we gonna do? Help, more than anything, is the not so subtle herald of the appearance of we. Don't even get me started on happy to help.

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Mary: No silence. I can't take silence right now.
Marshall: Okay. Why aren't you wearing your engagement ring?
Mary: Raph and I broke up. [long pause] I said no silence.
Marshall: Right. So.
Mary: Oh, my God, Marshall. You're killing me.
Marshall: I really don't know what to say.
Mary: Now? Now you don't know what to say? Seven years I get a combo geyser of Wikipedia, Jeopardy, Star Trek, Dead Poet's Society, Carnac the Magnificent and now, the one time I need a steady stream of useless numbing babble I get car sounds!
Marshall: When did you two break up?
Mary: No, no, no! No questions! Anyone can do questions. I want pointless quotes! Useless trivia! The downpour of idiocy you practically patented! Come on! It's a twenty minute car trip. I don't want to think about my life, okay? Amaze me, annoy me, distract me. Is that so much to ask?
Marshall: This is so weird. I got nothing.
Mary: Oh, my God. You're verbally impotent.
Marshall: I swear, this has never happened before.

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Marshall: I guess I'll have to return the ice cream maker I got for your engagement gift. French style, highly aerated ice cream in twenty five minutes. You know, the history of ice cream is as fascinating as it is long. Let us begin at the beginning. In ancient Greece --
Mary: Marshall. I'm good.
Marshall: Sorry I choked before.
Mary: It happens.
Marshall: Not to me.
Mary: I'm sure you'll be great next time.
Marshall: Maybe we can just talk?
Mary: [laughs] Sure.
Marshall: So, why did you and Raph break up?
Mary: Because he's a beautiful, sweet, sensitive man who adored me.
Marshall: Yeah, who wants that?
Mary: Exactly.

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Mary: [voiceover, as Marshall fields a call from Faber for her without her knowing] Help, every now and then, is something more than a four letter word. Sometimes it's just a baby crying for her sister from the confines of a crib. And sometimes, if you're lucky, help comes without asking, because somewhere nearby is someone who'd rather keep you from falling than help you up after you do.

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Mary: [voiceover] I like the sound of three word phrases. Fools rush in. Greed is good. Character is destiny. That one comes up a lot when a witness stares down the barrel of a whole new life. Documents, jewelry, snapshots; we take it all, and as much as I preach to them about a chance to start over fresh, I keep a stash of letters from a father who left and never came back. Witnesses can't hang onto a stash of anything. They're lucky we let them keep their secrets.

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Marshall: He's sure been a model witness the last three months.
Mary: Oh, yeah. Nice, quiet, cooperative contract killer.
Marshall: I almost admire your resistance to the idea that people grow.
Mary: I think people grow. Worse.

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Marshall: Okay, what?
Mary: What what?
Marshall: There's something else.
Mary: No there's not.
Marshall: Yes, there is.
Mary: Like what?!
Marshall: I don't know. There's something you're not telling me.
Mary: Stop. It's like you rent a room in my head.
Marshall: And somewhere in mine you occupy a small pied-à-terre --
Mary: [makes a face] Don't say pied-à-terre.
Marshall: -- and we're allowed to close the doors now and then, so to speak, but it can't last. You won't be able to hold out. You're just going to blurt it out at some point. I'm giving you the chance now to blurt!
Mary: Nothing happened! No blurting.

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Marshall: Whatever you want to do here, I'll back you.
Mary: No, because what I'm going to do here will probably get me fired, and if you get fired, too, I'll have no one to move in with and mooch off of.
Marshall: Lucky for you my interests are varied and my career options infinite. If this whole thing goes horribly pear shaped, whatever's next for me, my coattails are always there for you.
Mary: Oh, yeah? What's origami pay these days?

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Mary: [voiceover] Character is destiny. For the chronic do-gooder, the happy-go-lucky sociopath, the dysfunctional family, under the gun everyone reverts to who they are. We may hunger to map out a new course, but for most of us the lines have been drawn since we were five.

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Mary: [voiceover] We moved on Christmas Eve the year that I turned six. Jinx got us some used 45s, a yard sale Big Wheel, and a patch of grass out back. She told me if I pedaled good and slow I could go anywhere I want. Anywhere extended only as far as our back yard, but still, it was freedom. A six year old's version of the open road.

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[Shopping inside a large box discount store (like SAM's or Costco)]
Mary: You're going to work me with some sob story, try and hustle up a shinny new deal?
Frank: I don't do sob stories. You come up with more dough, great. If not, I'll get by.
Mary: [picks up an iPhone-like electronic device] In the mean time, here's a cost effective way of becoming completely self involved, oblivious to everyone and everything, a total pro at useless games and a genius at accessing the pointless.

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[Leaving Brandi, who has been missing for several episodes now, a message on her cell phone]
Mary: Hey Brandi, this is the last message I'm leaving you. If you don't call me back in 24 hours, I'm telling the police you died, having your funeral, selling everything you own and if you ever show up again, I'm having you arrested for identity theft.

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Mary: Give me a break, Marshall, honestly.
Marshall: One break coming up. [pulls out a box of donuts and coffee]
Mary: The Donut Hut? What did you do?
Marshall: Eat first.
Mary: Don't sugar-manage me.
Marshall: You should have no problem remaining surly as you masticate. Lois Turner stopped by after your house call. She wants a divorce.
Mary: She's not married, and don't say masticate.

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Mary: Hey!
Frank: Jesus! It's like being haunted. How in the hell did you find me?
Mary: ESP. All the ladies have it these days. A lot's changed since you went in, Frank. Now women have the power to read men's thoughts.
Frank: [chuckles] Always did. Everybody was always just too polite to talk about it.

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Mary: [voiceover] We love what we love. For some people it's a first grade crush. For others it's a Big Wheel, the wrong guy, or the New York Mets. For some of us, it's something unreachable, something we've maybe never had before, and we know that even if we reach it, even if we pull it close and make it ours, it won't last. It can't. But we keep on, because it doesn't matter if it's a Big Wheel, wrong guy, or the New York Mets, it doesn't matter what we reach for, what matters is the reaching.

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Mary: [voiceover] When I was seventeen it was a not so very good year. I married a guy named Mark who was twenty-two. The whole thing lasted thirty-six hours. Seventeen, twenty-two, thirty-six. It didn't add up. It's hard to believe there was a version of me capable of diving head first into the shallow end like that. These days a guy buying me a drink kicks off an internal debate long enough to put my thirty-six hour marriage, however redundantly, to shame. After which, he's moved on to someone else. Someone who is both presumably sane and thirsty.

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Stan: FBI just snagged a big fish: Natalie Vickers, key player and co-conspirator in an interstate mortgage scam.
Mary: Oh, interstate mortgages. That gets me seriously hot. Say it again. Slower.

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Marshall: You going to be okay?
Mary: Yeah, fine. It's fine. Go!
Marshall: You sure?
Mary: Yes! Marshall, whatever little stupid Nora Ephron you have playing in your head about me and Faber's snappy workplace love connection, you can --
Marshall: It's less Nora Ephron and more Leni Riefenstahl.
Mary: Whatever. Hit the off switch.
Marshall: Well, this is where normal people say goodbye, I'll call you, be careful.
Mary: You owe me nine dollars for lunch last week, so don't get shot and die.
Marshall: [smiles] I'll do my best.

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Mary: Okay, here's the thing, Natalie. Sooner or later this case falls apart because of you, and when it does all those Russians you turned on will be back on the street with nothing between you and them but a motel door and their urge to kick it in. And when they kill you it will have zero impact on my day. Sleep tight.

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Mary: [voiceover] I think about my short, impulsive teenage marriage more than I care to admit. When I was with Raph it would run on a loop, mocking me in bed every now and then. At the moment right when the lights go out. A continual reminder that when it comes to what Pat Benatar aptly called a battlefield, I should probably be locked in a cage during off hours, for my own good and that of unsuspecting suitors bearing gifts.

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