Erica Reed: Look pal, unless you're paying rent, get out of my space.
Lloyd Lowery: Oh, that was, that was clever, actually.
Erica Reed: Yeah, was it?
Lloyd Lowery: Mhm, I liked it. I liked it a lot. I liked it a lot more than I like you, because you are a liar.
Erica Reed: I'm not a liar.
Lloyd Lowery: You were lying about breaking and entering, otherwise you would've helped Charlie with that lock right there. So why don't you just tell me what your deal is, please.
Erica Reed: My deal, is answering to Charlie. Not some mouth breather.
Lloyd Lowery: I have a deviated septum.
Shea Daniels: So he tortures prostitutes 'cause he hates his mom?
Lloyd Lowery: No. I hate my mom, do I do these things?
Shea Daniels: Wouldn't surprise me.
Lloyd Lowery: How dare you.
Ray Zancanelli: Now we put an alarm out on his vehicle, and it's eleven hours since he ran. You guys know the stat, less than five percent chance of capture after seventy-two hours.
Shea Daniels: But why run at all? Prison record's clean, he'd of gotten out in two and a half years. Dude's stupid.
Julianne Simms: Actually, he's genius. 170 IQ.
Lloyd Lowery: 170, that is adorable.
[points to self]
Lloyd Lowery: 210 muchachos, just saying. But while we're on the topic of how smart I am, and ipso facto, the expert psychological analysis I provide, not to mention Shea's street level gangsta knowledge which radically comes in handy, I need to ask. What is the new girl's super power? Is it breast vision guys, c'mon does she have magic boobs? Because the last girl who was in here almost queered the deal for us, I don't...
[Charlie's office door opens and Erica walks out]
Lloyd Lowery: hello.
Erica Reed: Hey.