From: Catch and Release (Season One – Episode 3)

The scene opens at night in Alan’s office. He’s working at his desk and Sally is nervously pacing with a
folder in her hand.

Sally Heep: Why aren’t you helping me?
Alan Shore: Sally, I have a trial of my own beginning tomorrow. A rather big one.
Sally Heep: But this is my very first trial.
Alan Shore: You’ve certainly been in court before. I have no doubt you’ll do well.
Sally Heep: Motion practice. This is with a jury. I don’t—I don’t think I’m ready.

Alan gets up from his desk, closes his office door, walks over to Sally and takes the folder out of her hand. He takes her hands in his and looks at her intently.

Alan Shore: Sally, look at me. You trust me?
Sally Heep: I do.
Alan Shore: And because you trust me, you’ll believe what I’m about to tell you.
Sally Heep: I will
Alan Shore: That’s all it is.
Sally Heep: All what is?
Alan Shore: Trial law. Getting the jury to trust you, so they will believe what you tell them.
Sally Heep: Really?

Alan puts his hands on either side of her face and strokes her face.

Alan Shore: Sincerity, Sally. Once you learn to fake that, there’ll be no stopping you.

From: Patriot Acts (Season Four – Episode 20)

In the men’s room, Denny is at the sink when Shirley comes in.

Denny Crane: Men’s room!
Shirley Schmidt: I got it wrong.
Denny Crane: No biggie. The stalls are empty.
Shirley Schmidt: I got it wrong about your no longer being a brilliant attorney. Seems you still are.
Denny Crane: Sex?
Shirley Schmidt: Not tonight.
Denny Crane: Oh. I had a dream, you and I were swimming in my pool, buck naked, we began to make ferocious love, you screamed so loudly the police came and looked over the fence and said, “Ah, that just Crane, pool and Schmidt.”

They both chuckle.

Shirley Schmidt: And on that lovely note, good night Denny. And way to go!

She gives him a quick kiss and leaves.

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From: Season 2 Episode 14

Irma walks up Alan at his table. He’s pouring champagne.
Alan Shore: Ms Levine!
Irma Levine: Mr Shore.
Alan Shore: I took the liberty of ordering champagne.
Irma Levine: Thank you. She drinks. Mmmm. So? These fantasies?
Alan Shore: They’re many and varied actually. But now that you’re here they seem a very poor substitute for reality.
Irma Levine: Well, I’ll admit I’ve been having some fantasies of my own.
Alan Shore: Have you? Tell.
Irma Levine: I walk into a building. My old high school gym? You follow me inside and there are these booths set up. It’s election day.
Alan Shore: Why not?
Irma Levine: I go into a very small booth and you follow me in. Your hand, like the breeze, reaches up my inner
thighs and I turn around and I say, “It’s not right.” And you say…
Alan Shore: Shut up and let’s do this.
Irma Levine: And you say, “What’s not right?” And I say, “It’s not right that I should vote and my vote doesn’t count due to redistricting.”
Alan Shore: What?
Irma Levine: All of our elected officials are redrawing the district voting lines to tilt the elections in their favor. Our officials are stealing our country, Alan. And we need to stop them. And I may need a lawyer.
Alan Shore: And I’m guessing you’re not looking for a naked one.
Irma Levine: This could be the worst threat to democracy ever, Alan. And no one is paying attention. We’re gonna make them pay attention.