“This is what you get, Maura, for using your DNA to make a baby.”

“Ve haf vays of making you gif us your DNA sample.”

“And for the record, Tristan, this baby is yours. I will have DNA testing done just as soon as possible-""Gina - that is not necessary, baby," he interrupted, trying to quiet me."Let me finish, Tristan. I will have DNA testing done so that there is never any doubt. And when those results come in, I will personally have the pleasure of shoving them up your ass, do you understand?”

“If you care about something enough, it’s going to make you cry. But you have to use it. Use your tears. Use your pain. Use your fear. Get mad. Arnold, get mad.”

“I'll remind you of that someday , Maura says. "when you're married to a man who once looked into your eyes and promised to forsake all others. I'll remind of that after you've just had his baby and you have postpartum depression and feel as fat as cow and you are pumping milk into a plastic containers in the middle of the night while he's running around with some twenty-two-years old named Lissette. I'll remind you of that. Maura to Jess.”

“Are you really going to work in that?" Maura asked.Blue looked at her clothing. It involved a few thin layering shirts, including one she had altered using a method called shredding. "What's wrong with it?"Maura shrugged. "Nothing. I always wanted an eccentric daughter. I just never realised how well my evil plans were working.”