Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Nice Between Women
By Jacob Clifton | Season 3 | Episode 18 | Aired on 03.18.2012
Duverney's condition -- chronic traumatic encephalopathy, aka "hockey brain" -- needs to be evaluated by L/G's neurologist first. Seems he played 86 pro games, and the last one may have knocked his shit loose. Never played again, motor functions impaired.
Nobody: "Plus there's the fact that he played hockey in the first place. Very damning."
LOCKHART & ASSOC
Will: "Um, one thing that I forgot to write down in my notes is, just in case they bring up his hockey brain, we should..."
Alicia: "Are you sure you can tell me this?"
Will: "... Maybe I'm not even talking to you, maybe I'm just talking to myself. Anyway, you could bring hockey into it. The actual league. If professional hockey is responsible for his injuries, then he can collect regardless of that 50% they're claiming he's responsible for."
Alicia: "Seems like a rather baroque set of events that would lead to this strategy you say you already had ready to go."
Will: "That's what being a lawyer is like. Exploring every option. Then getting into a time machine and telling it to your younger self before he was disbarred, so that he can forget to write it down."
Alicia: "Okay, this is what we're doing. It doesn't matter if hockey pays up -- which they won't, because that means a million other suits come down from every other dumb hockey player -- because they have the money to bury it. Then we'll have three months to figure out the next thing."
Diane: "We voted on your raise, and I can't tell you how much I was asking for because of our mentoring relationship. The downside is that there are eleven other third-years that we're not giving raises, so here's a much smaller bump in pay."
Alicia: "Thank God I'm Alicia Florrick, or my obvious disappointment would be even more thundering."
Will: "I'm not saying to spy, but if you happen to hear anything about who came after me..."
Kalinda: "Want to drink at work?"
Will: "Desperately, but I cannot. Go find a friend."
Kalinda: "Hey, Alicia! Want a beer?"
Alicia: "Are you kidding me? Did you not... Have you steered your snowmobile into something recently? Played any hockey?"
Kalinda: "No, I've just tried every other way to get you back, including saving your daughter from Jesus, and playing into you Caitlin paranoia, and nothing's worked. So I thought a full-on assault might confuse you, and then if I just pretend we're friends and nothing ever happened, maybe that would make it easier on you to forgive me without all the weirdness and self-doubt."
Alicia: "It's not going to work. I like you again, and we can work together, but that's it. Is that okay?"
Kalinda: "How weird would it be if I just snapped and suddenly hated you right now? And then you could spend the rest of the season chasing me for once?"
Alicia: "That would probably work, come to think of it. But you'd never do that."
Kalinda: "No. I guess I'll wander off somewhere else -- double-fisting beers while dressed like cyberpunk assassin Aeon Flux -- in this prestigious law firm where we both work."