George St. Cloud: [looking at the gory picture of a slain girl] Police think it was an animal attack.
Jim Powell: In Montcliff Park?
George St. Cloud: Right. Closest thing I've seen to wildlife there was an obese squirrel eating waffle fries.
Jim Powell: Whatever did this didn't do it for food.
Jim Powell: Look, now that you're part of his project, you've gotta have access to some sort of database, a list of patients and their abilities.
Stephanie Powell: He IS meticulous; I'm sure he keeps records on everything.
Jim Powell: We have to know what else is out there.
J.J. Powell: Mr. Litchfield, I couldn't help but notice that my packet has different practice problems than the rest of the team.
Mr. Litchfield: Giving you the same work as them would be like asking Stephen Hawking to play Chutes and Ladders.
J.J. Powell: So your dirty-haired boyfriend is more important than our family?
Jim Powell: JJ, find Daphne.
J.J. Powell: But I don't know where she is. I swear.
Jim Powell: Yeah, but you can find out... by hacking into her e-mail, her phone - whatever it takes.
J.J. Powell: Dad, if I do that, she'll never speak to me again.
Jim Powell: If she gets killed, she'll never speak to you again, either.
J.J. Powell: You make a good point.