Psych quotes
0 total quotesShawn: [to Lassiter's sister] Hello! I'm Shawn Spencer. This is my partner Radio Star. I'm afraid your video will kill him.
Shawn: [to Lassiter] Please tell me you're not one of those courtroom groupies that bounces from trial to trial��wait a second, was that you at the Michael Jackson hearing with the sequined glove and the shirt that said "Please free the man in the mirror"?
Shawn: [writing list on napkin] Okay, here's what I'm going to do. First, I'm going to get me some of that maple candy that everyone seems to be raving about. Then, I'm going to purchase myself a walking stick. Preferably something with a ram's head carved into the handle. And finally, we're going to catch ourselves an international art thief. I'm not saying I'm sure it's going to be you, but right now, you're the top of the list.
Shawn: Actually, we'd like to start with the contestants still in the running. And let's start with the shifty-eyed ones!
Shawn: Ahoy there! Um, yes. Right. Um, my name is Shawn Spencer. This is my first mate, Hummingbird Saltalamacchia.
Shawn: All right. Can I get out of here? I've just about solved this case.
Lassiter: ONE question.
Shawn: If it will make you happy.
Lassiter: I think it will. [Pause] Are you psychic?
Shawn: Excuse me?
Lassiter: Are you, Shawn Spencer, psychic?
[Everybody is silent, Shawn looks up toward his father for help.]
Henry: You're gonna have to answer that one, Shawn.
Lassiter: ONE question.
Shawn: If it will make you happy.
Lassiter: I think it will. [Pause] Are you psychic?
Shawn: Excuse me?
Lassiter: Are you, Shawn Spencer, psychic?
[Everybody is silent, Shawn looks up toward his father for help.]
Henry: You're gonna have to answer that one, Shawn.
Shawn: Allow me to introduce yourself. You drive a green Camaro, the backseat probably loaded with pinkberry cups.
Waitress: Wrong! I drive a Jeep. A black Jeep. But you're spot on with the pinkberry cups.
Waitress: Wrong! I drive a Jeep. A black Jeep. But you're spot on with the pinkberry cups.
Shawn: Also, I put my favorite piece of art back on the wall.
Gus: It's not art, Shawn. It's a picture of a hot blonde laying on a Corvette that says "Haulin' Ass."
Shawn: If it's not art, why did I insure it for half a million dollars?
Gus: That's because you're an idiot.
Gus: It's not art, Shawn. It's a picture of a hot blonde laying on a Corvette that says "Haulin' Ass."
Shawn: If it's not art, why did I insure it for half a million dollars?
Gus: That's because you're an idiot.
Shawn: And by the way, Dad, my birthday wasn't yesterday. It was...four months ago!
Henry: Yeah, well, after you were born it took you four months to smile at me. That's when the clock started tickin'.
Henry: Yeah, well, after you were born it took you four months to smile at me. That's when the clock started tickin'.
Shawn: And injury-free since June, when Gus broke his finger flipping the injury countdown calendar.
Shawn: And... cut! Great, dripping with swagger! Let's go again though, and maybe ease up on the cocksure smile just a bit.
Shawn: Are you sure this water is holy?
Gus: Yes! I had Father Wesley bless it over the phone!
Shawn: Over the phone?
Gus: Yes.
Shawn: I don't think it works like that.
Gus: Yes! I had Father Wesley bless it over the phone!
Shawn: Over the phone?
Gus: Yes.
Shawn: I don't think it works like that.
Shawn: Aw Gus! That thing is brighter then the sun. I think you just gave me glaucoma.
Shawn: Banana.
Speller 118: Can you repeat that?
Shawn: Yes. Ba-NA-na.
Gus: [whispering] Banana, Shawn? It's the third round.
Shawn: [whispering] You could have helped me.
Gus: [whispering] This is a dead end, Shawn. We're leaving.
Speller 118: Definition, please.
Shawn: [to himself] What...?
Shawn: [into the microphone] A yellow fruit. Also, a kind of pudding. A delicious pudding.
Speller 118: Sentence, please.
Shawn: Anna Banana would like to hear "Venus" by Bananarama. Banana!
Speller 118: B-A-N-A-N-A. Banana.
Speller 118: Can you repeat that?
Shawn: Yes. Ba-NA-na.
Gus: [whispering] Banana, Shawn? It's the third round.
Shawn: [whispering] You could have helped me.
Gus: [whispering] This is a dead end, Shawn. We're leaving.
Speller 118: Definition, please.
Shawn: [to himself] What...?
Shawn: [into the microphone] A yellow fruit. Also, a kind of pudding. A delicious pudding.
Speller 118: Sentence, please.
Shawn: Anna Banana would like to hear "Venus" by Bananarama. Banana!
Speller 118: B-A-N-A-N-A. Banana.