- Marshall Mann: [handing Mary some paperwork] Sign these.
- Mary Shannon: You did my 210s?
- Marshall Mann: I took the liberty of aiding a fellow inspector with her paperwork in order to ensure that said inspector would be free of work related stress while dealing with family issues this weekend.
- Mary Shannon: Great. I'll just check "Sorry, mom, I gotta work" off my list of possible excuses.
- Marshall Mann: Oh. Hadn't thought of it that way. Want me to burn those?
- Mary Shannon: No, but if you'd come by and burn my house down this weekend, you'd be doing me a solid.
- Marshall Mann: I'll try to make time.
- Eleanor Prince: Okay, here are Andy's phone records. Nothing to or from suspicious sources.
- Mary Shannon: Oh, shoot. I'm getting the same thing from Rachel's end. What about facial recognition?
- Eleanor Prince: Bupkis. In fact, they sent a rather terse response. Something about their software not working without an actual image of a face.
- Mary Shannon: [a rabbi is trying to get Andy to sign a Get, a Jewish divorce document] You're too late. Andy's already gone. New name, new city, the whole Megillah. You'll never find him again.
- Samuel Garfinkel: Well, maybe he is, maybe he isn't. Doesn't really matter. I'll find him. No offense, but hiding people from criminals is easy. They're lazy; that's what makes them criminals. Me, I'm not lazy.
- Mary Shannon: I don't believe you. You know someone, you did something. And I'm gonna figure out how you found him.
- Samuel Garfinkel: I like you, mamala. You're passionate. That's good. But there's no trick. Finding a needle in a haystack is easy if you're willing to look through the haystack one straw at a time. So wherever Avi is, wherever you put him, I won't stop looking until I find him. It's what I do.