AP: [talking about the painting] $50,000,000, right there.
Jane: It's about $10,000 right there. It's a fake.
AP: The hell it is.
Jane: Fake as a $6 bill.

Arlov: Are you mad?
Jane: No, just kidding. It's just a prop to get me into the room. I am aware that you have the real painting.
Arlov: Really? You are aware, and how are you aware of this?
Jane: I guessed. Confirmed by the predatory smile on your face when you asked me about it just then. You enjoy trapping people in nets of their own making, don't you?

Ben: I didn't know you guys were cops.
Cho: You thought we were selling magazine subscriptions?

Ben: Someone's framing me.
Cho: Somebody framed you for shooting at us, Mr. Machado? Because from where I stood, sure looked like it.
Ben: That was a misunderstanding. I didn't know who you guys were. I was defending myself.
Cho: Really? From whom?
Ben: From someone trying to kill me. Just like they killed Rich and tried to kill Trey.
Cho: And why would you be next on someone's "To Burn"-list?

Brad: Go away.
Jane: I can't. I wish I could. It's my job to hound people until I get the truth.

Brooke Harper: How did you find me?
Jane: Well, let's make a deal. I'll tell you how we found you if you tell us who you are.
Brooke Harper: Okay. [With a British accent] My name is Angela Dalibar and I'm from Birmingham, England by way of Hong Kong. How did you find me?
Jane: I planted a GPS tracking device on you. Outstanding technology. No bigger than a stick of gum.
Cho: Tell us more about yourself Angela. How long have you been a professional con woman?
Brooke Harper: All my life, I suppose. [She drops the British accent] And I confess, my name's not really Angela.
Jane: And I didn't plant a GPS tracking device on you.

Brooke Harper: See you around, Patrick.
Agent Hayes: I'll doubt you'll be seeing much of anybody for a few years.
Jane: Uh, I don't know about that, agent Hayes. She's very good at what she does.

Chief Brody: Do you have any actual facts?
Jane: Well, it's an actual fact that you dislike Mr. MacLean here because he's a tree-hugging, liberal wacko who's probably running some kind of a cult. And he dislikes you because you're a small-minded, provincial hayseed. Not that you are necessarily. That's just what he thinks.

Cho: Hey, do you wanna go to work or do you wanna play nurse with King Tut?
Grace: Work. Definitely work.

Cho: How did you kill Nelson?
Howie: Poison.
Cho: What kind of poison did you use?
Howie: Wouldn't you like to know.
Cho: I do know, I'm wondering if you do.
Howie: Do you realize that the real rulers of this planet are insects?

Cho: How is he?
Lisbon: Guess what, he's a bad patient.
Cho: Who would've thought.
Jane: I'm not a bad patient. She's a bad visitor.

Cho: Judge's clerk says we won't get a search warrant for Scarlett's safe until tomorrow morning, then we'll go in and tear the place apart. [Rigsby gives him a look to remind him that Asra is present] Oh, sorry.
Rigsby: You didn't hear that, it's confidential.
Mandy: Confidential? Oh, of course.
Rigsby: Now seriously, don't tell anyone. Okay?
Mandy: I understand. May I leave now?
Rigsby: Yeah, 'course.
[Asra leaves]
Rigsby: [walks over to Cho] Not bad. Delivery's a little wooden.
Cho: Wooden? Me? Yeah, and you're Marlon Brando.

Cho: Let's do this right. Go in too quickly, someone will get hurt.
Presiado: This is real police work, sonny, people get hurt. Go push some paper.

Cho: Look, a goat. Goats are signs of Satan.
Lisbon: So petting zoos are, like, gateways to hell?
Cho: Pretty much.

Cho: Man, I thought you were going to have her cast a spell, find the murder weapon.
Jane: Oh, spell's already cast.
Cho: When did she cast it?
Jane: She didn't. I did.
Cho: You can cast spells?
Jane: Cho, there's no such thing as spells.
Cho: I know that.