Murdered: Soul Suspect

Ronan O'Connor:
Seeing your own body lying in the street... it's like looking in a mirror that you don't want to see but can't turn away from. And that's when you realise you no longer know which one's real and which is the reflection.

Joy Foster:
[sounds of having a severe headache] Get the hell out!

[Ronan comes out of Joy's body after possessing her]

Joy Foster:
Goddammit! If you ever possess me again I'll... I'll...

[Joy frustratedly growls]

Joy Foster:
You have no right to dump your unfinished business on me.

Ronan O'Connor:
Hold on. Now, I'm tracking down my killer, okay, someone who was seconds away from attacking you about an hour ago, and if - wait a minute... You can see me? And hear me?

[Joy sighs frustrated and turns to her cabinet with a brief pause]

Ronan O'Connor:
Holy sh*t, you're a medium. I may not be the luckiest guy in the world, but I think I just found the perfect little helper.

[Joy turns to Ronan]

Joy Foster:
What is it with you guys and my family? Helping the cops to do their jobs is not some, some privilege, it's a trap. I'm not your informant, your partner or your friend. I don't owe you. If anything, you owe me, dick.