Murdered: Soul Suspect2014

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.