Jane: Yeah, you guys go find out. I'll find the couch. [Stands up and turns around] Oh, there it is.

Jane: Yes, this is also the key to a locker that holds ten million dollars.
Brooke Harper: Really? I thought it was for cigars. I love a good cigar.
Jane: Nope. Ten million dollars.
Brooke Harper: But that's just silly. Why would Jim keep ten million dollars in a locker?
Jane: [To Cho] She's good.
Cho: Yeah, she is.

Jane: You and Miss Duane came up here to have sex in the boss's office.
Frank: That is absurd. Why would I do such a stupid thing?
Jane: Because it's forbidden and thus very sexy, of course, especially if you have father issues. And who doesn't? It's furtive but powerful challenge to the paternal authority.

Jane: You can buy logo merchandise, Sinner Saints coffee mugs, decals, beach towels. Whoa! And some various other interesting little knickknacks.
Lisbon: Nice.
Jane: Yeah. Well, if they do it, we should do it. A range of casual wear, maybe? Sensible shoes?
Lisbon: I'll get right on that.
Jane: [To himsel] Lisbon loafers.

Jane: You don't like the way I drive, you despise it.
Lisbon: You drive way too fast.
Jane: I drive just fast enough. You hate not being the one in control and yet you're willing to overcome your irrational fears to cheer me up. That's a beautiful thing, Lisbon. Thank you, I'd love to drive.
Lisbon: Never mind.

Jane: You guys are gonna be going over a punch of boring files now, I expect. So I think I'll work here, play a little, get the lay of the land. Give me a hundred bucks?
Lisbon: I don't think that's such a good idea.
Jane: Sure you do. I'll give it back to you double.
Lisbon: Look, here's a hundred, but you'll pay me back double, right?
Jane: Triple.

Jane: You just put your hand on me.
Drew Yost: No. I mean, yes, but --
Jane: Yes. Don't ever do that again.
Yost: Or else what?
Jane: [leans in close] You ever smell a dead mouse? Remember that smell?
Yost: Yes.
Jane: Well, I just now put a dead mouse in your jacket pocket, and no matter how many times you clean that jacket you will always smell that dead mouse, and you will remember that you should never have put your hand on me.
Yost: [feels jacket pocket and immediately removes the jacket] You son of a bitch.
Jane: It's actually just a wadded up napkin, but it has the same psychological effect. The human mind is funny that way.

Jane: You know what I predict?
Lisbon: Nope.
Jane: Guess.
Lisbon: Just tell me.
Jane: No, I think you should guess, it's good for you. (Lisbon gives him a look.) I predict that Brandon Fulton will pay a visit to the Hanson residence this evening.
Lisbon: You think? Wouldn't be too clever.
Jane: Love is not blind, but it's often pretty stupid.

Jane: You know, you're a very good liar. Most people subconsciously signal dishonesty, but you? There's nothing. No inner conflict. Usually, that's the mark of what shrinks like to call a sociopath.
Von McBride: Well, if by "sociopath" you mean that if you cross me, I would enjoy watching you suffer pain before I kill you... then, yeah, I'm a sociopath.

Jane: You want symbolic? You're a hawk and Christine was a rabbit.
Hope: What does that even mean?
Jane: Bird of prey, rabbit. You tell me.

Jane: You're glad Bosco has the Red John case, aren't you?
Lisbon: Bosco is a good agent. He's as good as they come. It might not be such a bad thing that we're off the case for a while. We got too close.
Jane: Is that what your shrink tells you?
Lisbon: Everybody tells me that.
Jane: But your shrink did tell you that, didn't he?

Jane: You're very confident of his innocence. How can you be so sure?
Jessie Skelling: Because I asked him if he did it and he said no, he didn't do it.
Jane: You suspected he might indeed have done it. But he denied it. You believe him.
Jessie Skelling: Lee don't lie to me. He'll cause me trouble a hundred which ways, but he don't lie to me.
Jane: Wives often say that about their husbands. Easy to fool yourself that the people you love are honest.

Jane: Your inarticulate rage is understandable, but it's misplaced. You should probably just calm down.
Mancini: You calm yourself down, I'm not angry.
Jane: No? Your temples are pulsing like some weird under-sea creature. If that's not anger you should see a doctor.

Jared Renfrew: [to Jane] Your wife...Red John painted her toenails. Yes. Painted them with her own blood...the police didn't make that public, did they? She's the only instance he did that, huh? A touch of elegance for you alone.

Jared Renfrew: Red John is the friend of a friend of mine.
Jane: What is this friend's name?
Jared Renfrew: His name is get me out of here and I'll tell you that and much more. I'll sing like a bird.