Megan Hunt

I lost my child to my career, and then I lost my career.

— This new you, Megan Hunt, M. E, who seems to care about dead people more than she ever did about the living, is she for real? Or is she just working off her guilt after killing a patient on the operating table?
— They're not just dead bodies to us. They're the stories of a life and it's our job to tell it.

— I'm trying to have a relationship with my daughter, okay?
— Well, maybe you should just try having some fun with her, you know?

— I know a lot of M. E's, and none of 'em are as big a pain in the ass as you are!
— Look at that. Already we agree on something.

. — Hey! You want to tell me what the hell you were doing up there?
— Just little good cop/ bad cop. I was softening him up for you.
— You want to know what the problem with that is? You're not a cop. You talk like that to a suspect, you could blow my investigation.

— See something?
— It's what I'm not seeing that interests me.
— What are you trying to say?
— He was already dead when the car hit him.

— There's no improvement to your paresthesia. Your career as a neurosurgeon is over, Megan. Maybe it's time you accepted it.
— You think I'd want to come back?
— All I'm saying is, you got a whole new career now. Most people would count their blessings.
— I'm not most people.

— He's usually not so pleasant.
— Neither am I.

I got a lot of phone calls about you before I hired you."She's brilliant and driven", "she throws elbows, but gets results". I didn't think it was possible they were underselling you, but... they were. In one year, you've managed to make even city hall notice us. But the knives will come out the minute you screw up, and even I won't be able to help you

— There is something that I know that you don't. You let this job get too personal, and you're gonna burn yourself out.
— You let me worry about that, okay?