Mary Shannon: [voice over] I wonder how it could be, all of us quaking cowards, hiding under covers one day, storming beaches the next, shrinking violets impossibly frail. Our best days spent unquestioning, hurtling into hailstorms, the rest just spent. Opposite extremes, half definitions of the same thing, an inexplicable paradox best left in a bowl full of kibble to be lapped up by Schrödinger's cat.
Mary Shannon: Man, oh, man, O'Connor. You FBI guys. I've been on the job for five years. I don't even have a cubicle. You've been in town, what, six minutes? You have a private office? Now how is that fair? By the way, I was just wondering when you think I can expect a crew at my house to fix your mess.
Robert O'Conner: You know, I was just going to call you about that. I'm looking into the first of week of when hell freezes over. Does that work for you? Because if not I can reschedule.
Mary Shannon: No, that's about what I expected. Yeah, so in the meantime I'll just store some of my stuff here.
[Dumps a box full of sheetrock and insulation on O'Connor's desk]
Mary Shannon: Does that work for you?
Mary Shannon: [voice over] It's been said neurotics build castles in the sky, psychotics live in them and psychiatrists collect the rent. I wonder who they call for home repair?
Robert O'Conner: I have an inter-agency request for all work product generated by this office relating to the Spanky Carson/Brandi Shannon investigation.
Mary Shannon: Brandi?
Stan McQueen: Was there a knock? I didn't hear a knock. Did you hear a knock?
Marshall Mann: There was no knock.
Stan McQueen: [feigning shock] Agent O'Connor! It's good to see you. You know, I have a terrific working relationship with the FBI office here in Albuquerque. You, being from out of town, may not have known that. Which is why I'm still on this side of the desk. But if you ever enter my office without invitation, or speak to me in that tone ever again, I promise you I will make you cry in front of your friends.
Dr. Shelley Finkel: I've never met anyone as good at their job as you.
Mary Shannon: Yeah, I don't suck.
Dr. Shelley Finkel: I've also never met anyone living, day in, day out, with as much stress as you. And obviously, that's a big concern. Normally, under conditions like these, I would insist on at least a month off, with counseling to try and alleviate some of this stress. However, I've come to believe that this job is your let-off valve. It's literally the thing that keeps you sane.
Marshall Mann: [Jerry is allegedly suffering from amnesia] Amnesia, huh?
Mary Shannon: Don't you dare laugh.
Marshall Mann: No. I would never. Although it is surprising this hasn't happened before, considering how many people would like to forget they ever met you.
Mary Shannon: Took you a long time to think that one up, didn't it?
Marshall Mann: Almost an hour.
Mary Shannon: [Jerry has been admitted to the hospital] What the hell happened?
Marshall Mann: Well, according to the cropduster who happened to be flying by at the time, "The dang fool just tumbled ass-over-teakettle out of his cotton-picking, cherry-picker for no good reason." Which isn't a huge surprise, since Jerry reeked of pot when they brought him in.
Mary Shannon: I thought you were going to get rid of his stash.
Marshall Mann: [sarcastically] I did. However, in the limited time afforded me, I wasn't able to get rid of all the pot in Albuquerque.