Jill: Well, unlike you, Frank, we just got a list of those other guys, and now, y'know, this happens so it looks like we'll be tied up for a while. Which brings me to why the hell you didn't give us a heads up you're going to come out here and talk to our suspects? I mean, you know, he's Frank. Yeah, I understand. But you, sweetheart? You should know better!
Abby: Detective, as lead council for the union, I don't need your permission to speak with any officer at any time, anywhere I want.
Frank: What Abby means is you're right. We should have called you.
Jill: Don't tell me what I mean. I say what I mean!
Tommy: This is exactly the kind of thing the brass can use against us. You're head of the union, Frank. You're not a cop anymore, remember? So put your union cap on and put your nightstick in your pants. You talk to this guy before Major Crimes gets to him, that's interfering with a police investigation. That's obstruction. that's criminal.
Frank: Not if it's a lawyer who's doing the talking.
Chief Wycoff: That's the last thing we need -- caught out here cuttin' deals under the table. Mayor'd hand me my ass and you'd lose the union. This doesn't work, Frank, unless they think we hate each other's guts.
Frank: Well, that's easy enough.
Frank: Two division commanders - multiple complaints of sexual harassment.
Chief Wycoff: This is four senior management positions so far this month. I'm the Chief of Police, not God. Maybe you ought to just back off a little, huh?
Frank: I'll back off when you stop promoting guys on their ability to kiss your ass, Ed