Don't believe everything you've heard about me. The truth is much worse.
— I heard you were some big neurosurgeon a few years back.
— Used to be.
— So why are you working here?
— You can't kill somebody if they're already dead.
— This new you, Megan Hunt, M. E, who seems to care about dead people more than she ever did about the living, is she for real? Or is she just working off her guilt after killing a patient on the operating table?
— They're not just dead bodies to us. They're the stories of a life and it's our job to tell it.
— I'm trying to have a relationship with my daughter, okay?
— Well, maybe you should just try having some fun with her, you know?
. — Hey! You want to tell me what the hell you were doing up there?
— Just little good cop/ bad cop. I was softening him up for you.
— You want to know what the problem with that is? You're not a cop. You talk like that to a suspect, you could blow my investigation.
— He's usually not so pleasant.
— Neither am I.
I got a lot of phone calls about you before I hired you."She's brilliant and driven", "she throws elbows, but gets results". I didn't think it was possible they were underselling you, but... they were. In one year, you've managed to make even city hall notice us. But the knives will come out the minute you screw up, and even I won't be able to help you
— There is something that I know that you don't. You let this job get too personal, and you're gonna burn yourself out.
— You let me worry about that, okay?