Brenda Leigh Johnson Picspam, cause I adore her ♥
Brenda: Thank yew, thank yew so much ♥
Brenda: Well, Captain, if you don't like the way I'm doing things, you're free to take your balls and go straight home.
Brenda: Have you seen my glasses?
Fritz: Yeah, they're at my house... Oh wait, I don't have a house. I'm living in the back of a U-Haul!
Brenda: Well, tell me what you want them to say and I'll go back in there and get them to say it.
Brenda: The FBI is on my speed dial, Mr. Roth. In fact, we're so close I'm practically in bed with them.
Provenza: I brought this back from the funeral for you. Since you're off sweets. It's a...cake-like object made with some sort of...prune crap substitute for sugar.
Brenda: (Tastes it, then throws it away.) There is no substitute for sugar.
Brenda: I need to borrow your car.
Fritz: No.
Brenda: Why not?
Fritz: It's new and your recent driving record isn't exactly spectacular.
(Brenda glares at him)
Fritz: NO!
Fritz: You see? Turning 40 isn't so bad. It all depends on how you view life in general. Is the glass half full, or half empty?
Brenda: What glass?
Fritz: (chuckling) That's my girl.
Brenda: Well, maybe we'll get lucky and someone'll just turn up with an untraceable tip that'll lead us to Vahan. And this can all end.
Millbrook: How untraceable?
Brenda: They'll find weapons of mass destruction in Baghdad first.
Brenda: Would it be possible to get a list of all the guests?
Costa: Oh, I'm sorry. We don't give out the guests' personal information---may compromise the integrity of the hotel.
Brenda: How do you think my decoratin' this lobby with yellow police tape and friskin' all the guests would affect the integrity of this hotel?
Brenda: I can't believe I left my mother alone with Fritz for the whole day.
Gabriel: She'll be fine.
Brenda: I'm not worried about my mother.
Gabriel:(Seeing Brenda picking the lock) Chief, we need a warrant for that!
Brenda: You do. We're on administrative leave. You two stay right there.(Opening the door) Mr. Voitski? Mr. Voitski? Mr. Voitski? Yoo hoo Mr. Voitski? (Seeing him slumped over the table) Mr. Voitski?!
Lieutenant Provenza, please pull down Mr. Voitskis' pants.
Provenza: What?!
Brenda: Pull down his pants please.
Brenda: Listen, ah, do you think the two of you could look for my purse? It's big and black...
Flynn: Trust us, we know what your purse looks like.
Brenda: Please see if you can find it. I am losing my ability to function.
Brenda: I want my job back, with my squad intact, or I hang up, walk away, and you clean this mess up on your own. So Andrew, what's it going to be?
Brenda: Oh, uh, better if I do this one without you.
Fritz: Why's that?
Brenda: I'm going to have to do a little bit of what I do to you at home.
Brenda's note: Fritz, I LOVE YOU TOO. P.S. Please cancel all my credit cards today!