Jennifer: [to Lexy about Jack] Get a clue. He likes you. That's why he treats you like a reject from the outlet mall.
Jack: [to Lexy] That was, uh, some article.
Lexy: Oh, you saw it?
Jack: Yeah. Hedda Hopper had nothing on you.
Lexy: Hedda who?
Jack: You call yourself a writer. You should know. She was the most famous gossip columnist ever.
Lexy: I am not a gossip columnist. I give advice. The article in the Daily Examiner is a human interest piece.
Jack: Right. Sure it is.
Lexy: You know what they say: "A good reporter is always on the job."
Frank Gold: [to Lexy] There's stories all around you, Lex. You just have to keep your eyes open and when you get a hunch about something, investigate it.
Lexy: News of Mr. Walker's bizarre disappearance spread faster than word of a Barney's Warehouse sale.
Lexy: Oh, no. That detective thinks that Miss Dawson has something to do with Mr. Walker's disappearance and it's my fault.
Jack: Don't flatter yourself. She's the lead suspect without your big mouth.
Lexy: The only thing she is guilty of is loving him.
Jack: That's definitely a crime. Why can't you tell it like it is? She threatened him. We both heard it.
Lexy: She didn't. She said this school wasn't big enough for the two of them. Besides, she's too petite to murder.
Jack: Well, didn't you ever hear of Lizzie Borden?
Lexy: I think I've heard of Dizzie Borden.
Lexy: [to Jack] You're scared, aren't you?
Jack: I'm not scared. I didn't wanna upset the detective. He seemed kinda strange.
Lexy: That's because he was not a detective.
Jack: What? And you know this because?
Lexy: Because a New York detective could never afford a platinum watch, a Pumoni suit and alligator boots.
Jack: [to Lexy] Besides, how can you tell a Pumoni suit from across the room?
Lexy: Trust me, I can spot a knockoff from a mile away and that was the real thing. Same with the watch. The best. Platinum band, 18-carat accents and mother-of-pearl dials that allow you to check any two time zones simultaneously. It's the ultimate in chic. Just call it my New York sensibility hard at work.
Jack: Wow, who'd of thought that your insane obsession with material objects would come in handy?
Lexy: I'll take that as a compliment.
Jack: Look, Brooklyn's not fancy like the Upper East Side, okay? I like it here. Everybody's cool. I bet you don't know your neighbors, right?
Lexy: We don't have neighbors. We own the whole floor, but I did meet the people below us when I overflowed the bathtub once.
Jack: Right. Overflowed the bathtub.
Mrs. Petrossian: [to Granville] I have waited years for this moment! I passed two kidney stones and a case of sciatica in the time it's taken me to see you in handcuffs. I'd have grandchildren by now if it weren't for you.
Lexy: I learned something totally important from you, Jack. Things aren't always what they appear to be and that's good. It keeps life interesting.
Lexy: New York has got to be the coolest city in the world. It has a little bit of everything. Be it mystery, intrigue or good friends, it's all here. And if you can't find it, well, then you just have to get a clue.