Clay Jensen: What did we say about dirty dishes, Justin? You have lasagna over there from, like, four nights ago. You're not Dr. Fleming discovering penicillin.
Justin Foley: Dude, no one ever understands your jokes.
Nora Walker: [to Sheriff Daughtry] Sheriff, I can't help noticing I'm in an interrogation room.
Sheriff Daughtry: It's the only place to talk in private, Mrs. Walker. The walls not only have ears, they have Twitter accounts. I want to continue to respect the family's privacy.
Nora Walker: I am the family, Sheriff. Have you seen my husband?
Sheriff Daughtry: We've spoken with him. It's his wish to keep this as quiet as possible.
Nora Walker: It's my wish to find the person who killed my son.
Bryce Walker: [to Jessica] I don't know what you want me to fucking do or say, or I... or what the fuck, but I am sorry. And I will be sorry until the day that I die for what happened that night at your party, and for everything that happened after.
Jessica Davis: What happened was that you raped me while I was unconscious and then lied about it to everybody!
Bryce Walker: Jess, I'm not that person anymore.
Jessica Davis: I don't believe that. I don't think you do either. I don't need an apology from you. I realized I don't need a goddamn thing from you. Why don't you work on what it is you need?