Julianne Potter: I have a confession. Another confession. Besides that I—love you, this is even worse. The email that Walter sent to your boss—I wrote that. I'm the bad guy.
Michael O'Neill: Are you crazy? Jules, are you—are you completely insane? I mean—I mean—Jules, how could you do that?
Julianne Potter: Michael, it wasn't supposed to get sent. I just—I just wanted you to get mad at Kimmy.
Julianne Potter: God. I have done nothing but underhanded, despicable, not even terribly imaginative things since I got here.
Julianne Potter: But I was ju—Michael, I was just trying to—to win you, to win you back.
Julianne Potter: But that doesn't excuse any of it. I'm pond scum. Well, lower actually. I'm like the—the fungus that feeds on pond scum.
Michael O'Neill: Lower. The pus that infects the mucus...that cruds up the fungus...that feeds on the pond scum. On the other hand, thank you...for loving me that much. That way, it's—it's pretty flattering.
Julianne Potter: Except it makes me fungus.