Jane: Nice to be nice. But if you wanna get ahead in life, sometimes you have to be a bitch. I know you know how.
Van Pelt: Gee, thanks.

Jane: No such thing as psychic powers.
Sheriff McAllister: So what is it you do exactly?
Jane: You know rock paper scissors?
Sheriff McAllister: I do.
Jane: Play me. On three; one, two, three.
[Jane wins six consecutive games]

Jane: Now I have access to all your innermost thoughts.
Lisbon: Yeah, right.
Jane: I'm serious.
Lisbon: Okay. So what am I thinking right now?
Jane: You're thinking, I'm so glad Jane is joking around and he can't actually read my mind.
Lisbon: No. Well, actually, yes, but not for the reason you think.
Jane: What reason do I think?
Lisbon: Never you mind.
Rigsby: You're blushing.
Jane: You are blushing.

Jane: Oh, and thank you.
Lisbon: For what?
Jane: For just letting us play it out like this.
Lisbon: Nah. We would have had to let her go on the murder charge anyway. Nothing to keep her on until we get proof. Besides, this is a simple plan. It's when you start getting costumes and props that I get nervous.

Jane: Oh, it's lovely.
Lisbon: It's a crime scene.
Jane: It's a lovely crime scene.

Jane: Oh, Mitch, I thought we'd worked through your doormat issues. [To Lisbon] Tell Cho to squeeze him a little, he knows things.
Mitch: No, I don't.
Jane: Sure you do, Mitch.
Lisbon: You're not gonna like getting squeezed by Cho.

Jane: Oh, please don't look at each other like that.
Lisbon: Like what? You can't see.
Jane: I can feel. I can feel your pity.

Jane: Okay, I needed Lucas to see Felicia get arrested, you needed hard evidence to charge Felicia. So...I made it happen.
Lisbon: By making an innocent woman think she was going to prison? As if her life wasn't hard enough already.
Jane: Yes, you're right. She does deserve some justice.
Lisbon: It's good to see you care.
Jane: You know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

Jane: Really, I'm impressed. You played me like a fish and you lied to me.
Lisbon: I kind of did, didn't I?
Jane: I'm glad to see you're learning a few things. Of course, now I shall have my revenge.

Jane: Really, you don't trust me?
Lisbon: Of course not. How many times have you lied to me, misled me, tricked me? Is that trust? No.
Jane: Well, we have to remedy this. Let's do a trust fall.
Lisbon: A trust fall?
Jane: Yeah. I'm sure you did one on your CBI retreat. It's when you turn around and fall backward, and I catch you.
Lisbon: Oh, yes, we did do that.
Jane: Mm-hmmm.
Lisbon: No.
Jane: You won't?
Lisbon: We have a long drive still.
Jane: Ah. Here we have two co-workers recognizing the boundaries of their professional relationship. See, you want to trust me, but there's something holding you back.
Lisbon: Yes. You're untrustworthy. It's my job not to trust you.
Jane: Lisbon, I want you to know that you can trust me. No matter what happens, I will be there for you. I will. I need you to know that.

Jane: Relax. No such thing as witches.
Cho: [to himself] Yeah, it's easy for you to say. Weird witch-lady didn't burn you an effigy and bind you to her power.

Jane: She alright?
Lisbon: Yeah.
Bosco: Thank God.
Jane: Well, thank kevlar actually.
Lisbon: Hush!

Jane: So how was your week? [smiles as he watches Lisbon laugh] You should be in the hospital. What are you doing here?
Lisbon: I'm okay. You, on the other hand.
Jane: I'm okay too.
Lisbon: You killed an unarmed man in front of five hundred witnesses. You're not okay.
Jane: He had a gun. Someone must have taken it and switched the cell phone. It's the only possible explanation.
Lisbon: That or you went nuts for a moment.
Jane: Lisbon, look at me. I didn't go nuts.
Lisbon: I believe you.

Jane: So is it usual that your uncle is here after closing?
Tom Doverton: He's not our uncle exactly.
Jane: Oh, I'm sorry. The man that has sex with your aunt then.

Jane: So you have done some research on me.
Kristina: I have now. Red John murdered your family. I'm very sorry for your loss. Is that why you gave up your calling?
Jane: Calling? Is that what this is?
Kristina: Yeah. Calling, gift, as you like. There's no doubt that you have it. Why did you give it up?
Jane: It's the suits. Chafing. Horrible.