[Introducing himself in a somewhat stressful context]

I’m Finch. We’re having a bad day, neighbor. 

[Confused]

“Case?--” 

“Take” this “case”--? 

I’m sorry. Are you-- Are you a private detective or…

[Passionately and romantically comforting his partner]

It’s today that matters. It’s you that matters -- you and me -- and not the flowers or our families or friends…

I’ll take you to Vegas and marry you there, or Paris or Monte Carlo --

I’ll take you around the world and marry you every time the plane touches the ground as long as it means last night was the last night I have to endure not being your husband anymore.