Cary was going door to door with equity partners, lining up support. He heard it from your assistant. My guess is he's phoning in on accounts, loading up on receivables. How are you with Will?
I don't know what to do. I've worked hard. You say that's not enough, so I'll work harder. You tell me Cary can work harder still. So what do you want? Tell me what you want, because I can't lose this job.
Alicia, here's the thing... you like to think you're a good person, and maybe at one time you were, but we both know you'll do whatever it takes. Sleeping with the boss? Check.
I don't have a name. Alicia, I don't have a fairy godmother I can phone up or the whole Chicago political machine. I had to work, I had to sweat, I had to make money for this firm and that's just not enough.
I phone Will, I tell him we're in a bar and that you're too drunk to go home. So you're getting a hotel room upstairs. Alicia, one night... no repercussions.
Who do you think you are? You think you know people? You just use the same words for everyone. You just say 'God' and you think you can make people feel bad about themselves.
PIPastor Isaiah
Mrs. Florrick, your son approached me. He asked advice from me. I will continue to offer that advice.
Everything that matters does. I have two kids that mean the world to me. I have the press. They're just waiting for a whiff of a new scandal. And I have a husband. So if you want to cut through all that noise, then show me a plan. Poetry is easy. It's the parent-teacher conferences that are hard.
