Mary:[Voiceover] We all live in hiding. In one way or another, each of us conceals pieces of ourselves from the rest of the world. Some people hide because their lives depend on it, others because they don't like being seen. And then there are the special cases, the ones who hide because... because... because they just want someone to care enough to look for them.
Mary:[Voiceover] The Federal Witness Protection Program is the most secretive organization in all of law enforcement. We do not talk about what we do. Not to friends, not to family, not even to other U.S. Marshals. Which is why my mother, my sister, and even my boyfriend, who by the way isn't really my boyfriend, all think I'm a glorified messenger with a gun. And why Marshall and I work on the roof of the Sunshine Building, while the rest of the U.S. Marshals reside in the Pete Domenici Federal Courthouse, with their mahogany desks, crystal chandeliers and butlers.
Mary:The care and feeding of career criminals like Frankie Nuts is a dicey proposition at best. On any given day, I get to play mother, father, best friend, priest, rabbi, marriage counselor, and yes unfortunately occasionally homicide detective which is why I find myself driving my misogynist metaphor across the desert with a busted air conditioner to hunt down the murderer of the son of my murderer witness. No backup. No plan to speak of. No alternative. Also, Frankie Jr. got killed on my watch. That just pisses me off.
Marshall:As I was saying, imagery and metaphor have been used to sell projects forever.
Mary:Please, Jesus, take me now.
Marshall:Take the Ford Mustang, for instance. It's named for a powerful and agile animal, qualities we also seek in an automobile. It's called transference.
Mary:Okay, what about my Probe? Exactly what image is that supposed to transfer? Because all I'm getting is a paper dress, metal stirrups, and legs akimbo. Exactly what was the thought process behind that marketing coup? Say, Bob, what's a metaphor for an invasive, somewhat humiliating procedure, because we really need something to compete with the Chevy Speculum.
“Everyone thinks they want freedom, or at least they say they do. The chance to choose whatever they want. But choices come with consequences. Every time you make a choice, you also take a risk. Risks that, for better or worse, alter your options for the rest of time. Options. Coke or Pepsi. Betty or Veronica. The wife you leave at work or the one you come home to at the end of the day. Some people think they can have it all. I don’t get that.When did having enough stop being enough? And even if you did have it all, where the hell would you put it?”—Mary from In Plain Sight (5.04)
“Got three bedrooms. Check this out. One is my bedroom. One is my office and the other is I have no idea. How great is that? I have got an entire room with no defined purpose. I can fill it with Corn Flakes if I wanted.”—Mary Shannon ~ In Plain Sight (via sidedishofeccentricity)
“Nobody likes letting go. From our earliest moments. From birth until we’re six feet under, our instinct is to grab, grip, cling. To a finger, a bottle, a best friend, to a faded old racing form, Sometimes we hold on for dear life to the very things that keep us from actually living it. But, that comes with an upside. It’s the way we feel when we finally release. The trick I guess is not to find a way around the curve balls life serves up, but to look with them, in halfway happy uneasy alliance. And to search for new things to cling to. When you finally find them to hold on just as tight. And around and around we go. Holding on until the time comes to say… goodbye. And like it or not. Ready or not. At some point you have to accept one universal truth. Life is messy. Always and for all of us. But a wise man once said. Maybe messy is what you need. And I think he might be right.”—~Mary Shannon, In Plain Sight