Lisbon: What did you tell her?
Jane: I was complimenting her on her jacket. It's a vivid color.
Lisbon: Liar.
Jane: You're going to call me a liar?
Lisbon: Oh, I hate you. I do.

Lisbon: What do you think?
Jane: Oh, he's lying. They had an argument. You go out to celebrate with the man that financed your movie and only pay half the dinner bill?

Lisbon: What the hell?
Jane: Oh, doctor's orders. She said it was the best thing for me to do, get back to work.
Lisbon: She did not. She said you insulted the entire ward and were a complete pain in the ass.
Jane: Nah. So?
Lisbon: So, you can't do that.
Jane: What was I supposed to do, just sit there and listen to television? Besides, the food was terrible.
Lisbon: You need the rest.
Jane: I need to work.
Lisbon: You're blind.
Jane: It's no problem, honestly. My other senses are heightened. They're super heightened. I'm like Daredevil. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Lisbon: Okay.
[Jane walks off and almost hits a column]
Jane: Ah, heightened.

Lisbon: What's in the bag?
Jane: Oh. A picnic lunch.
Lisbon: What's in the bag?
Jane: A bomb.
Lisbon: Ha ha ha. What's in the bag? Seriously.
Jane: Seriously. A bomb.

Lisbon: What's NLP?
Lindsay Hendricks: Neurolinguistic programming.
Jane: Well, sneaky ways to influence people doesn't sound quite as catchy.

Lisbon: What's your normal procedure?
Fricke: After lovemaking? Depends on the type of woman.
Lisbon: So you've got it down to a science?
Fricke: I'm good at what I do.
Lisbon: Okay, Mr. Fricke, and what is it that you do?
Fricke: I'm a pickup artist. A woman whisperer, if you will.
Lisbon: A pickup artist? That's your profession?
Fricke: You sound like my mom. Um, it's more of a total lifestyle kind of thing, you know. I practice my art, of course. That's my passion. But I teach and I blog, also. Conduct seminars, workshops, that sort of thing.

Lisbon: When are you gonna learn to cool it without being told?
Jane: Oh, come on. They pissed you off, too, the sexist pigs.
Lisbon: They were.
Jane: I just said they were.
Lisbon: You were saying it ironically.

Lisbon: Where are my key?
[Jane holds up her keys]
Lisbon: You picked my pocket!
Jane: My turn to drive.
Lisbon: Jane!
Jane: Oh, don't be such an old lady. Get in. Your fears are groundless.
Lisbon: You're right. The car has airbags

Lisbon: Where do you get off giving orders in the first place? I say who goes and who stays, not you.
Jane: Well, that's, uh, fiery but calm. Very good. Why don't you try it with a more forceful hand gesture, like... [he demonstrates...] I say who goes and who stays, not you.
Lisbon: I'm serious.

Lisbon: Where's everyone?
Grace: Weird. They all called in to sign out. Jane wasn't feeling well, Rigsby's got a hot date, and Cho got Kings tickets.
Lisbon: Son of a...
Grace: What?
Lisbon: Jane doesn't get sick, Rigsby's not on a date because he's in love with you, and the Kings aren't playing tonight.
Grace: You know about that?
Lisbon: Yeah, they're on an East Coast road trip. They're playing the Knicks tomorrow night.
Grace: No, I mean about Rigsby. How do you know about that?
Lisbon: Everybody knows about that. The attorney general knows that.

Lisbon: Who's Miles Thorsen?
Jane: No one in particular.
Lisbon: This is what I'm talking about.
Jane: Oh. No, me too. You want no fuss, no mess, right? I am casting a wide, invisible net, the killer won't even know he's in it until it's too late.
Lisbon: Miles Thorsen is an invisible net?
Jane: Yes, he is.

Lisbon: Why can't I remember?
Jane: It's interesting isn't it?
Lisbon: Yeah. Yeah, it's interesting.
Jane: Hmm.
Lisbon: [Voice starting to break] Well, you know, th- thanks for trying. You probably have, uh, somewhere you need to go, right?
Jane: Well, I'm not gonna give up that easily.
Lisbon: [Crying] I can count on you not to tell anybody about this, right? On the team?
Jane: Oh, Lisbon, hey.
Lisbon: Jane, I just need you to leave, okay? Could you please go.
Jane: All right. It's...it's gonna be okay. It's gonna be fine, all right? I promise.

Lisbon: Why so cruel?
Jane: Statistically, it's dad that did it.
Lisbon: Since when do you care about statistics?
Jane: Just wanted to raise his pulse a little.

Lisbon: You are taking over the McAdoo interview.
Grace: I'm totally ready for that. I can get him to confess to this.
Lisbon: Yeah. Maybe. Main thing is you keep him there long enough for us to search his car. Be friendly. He thinks he is a player. He'll live it up.
Grace: What do you mean, "be friendly"?
Lisbon: Need a map?

Lisbon: You go to hell. Take a toothbrush.
Jane: Which way is that? [Lisbon glares at him] I'll go.