Chief Dale: Agent, I'm not opposed to extending a professional courtesy, but your man ignored a reasonable request from my officer and fled.
Lisbon: And he will pay the ticket.
Jane: Nah. Speed traps: legalized extortion. If you want people to slow down, park out in the open where they can see you, but no. You lay in wait like thieves in the night.
Lisbon: He will pay the ticket today.
Jane: I'm not going to pay it.
Lisbon: Jane.
Jane: I'm not going to pay it!
Lisbon: Stop. Stop!
Jane: [to the chief] Extortionists.

Cho: [looking over a ransacked motel room] Someone was looking for something.
Rigsby: Thank you, captain obvious.
Cho: Three hours of brooding silence and then sarcasm. It's like we're married.

Danny: So, this is it, huh? [remarking on his sister and niece, along with Jane's wife and daughter's graves] They'd like it, I guess, if they had a preference.
Jane: You know this is the first time I've been here since the funeral?
Danny: Why's that?
Jane: Because they're no here.
Danny: Hey, who knows for sure? Maybe they're up there right now looking down at us. Annie's saying, lighten up, you dummies.
Jane: Yeah, maybe.
Danny: Yeesh. I'm sorry I asked to come. Who would have known a trip to the cemetery would be such a downer.
Jane: It's all right. It's irrational. No reason to be sad. Are you going to give them those flowers or what?
Danny: Guilt is for marks. You know that right?
Jane: [looks away as his eyes fill with tears] Yeah.

Erica Flynn: What do you want from your life?
Jane: I want my life to be free.
Erica: Free how? To love? To be loved?
Jane: Free from my past.

Francine Trent: Are you the CBI agents?
Jane: Yes. She does the detecting and I do the insulting.
Lisbon: Consulting.
Jane: That too.

Giselle Dublin: [under tears] Why am I being punished? I'm a good person.
Cho: Yes, Ma'am.
Giselle Dublin: Stop calling me Ma'am. I'm not your grandmother. How old do you think I am anyway?
Cho: [shrugs] 48, 49.
Giselle Dublin starts sobbing and crying all over again.

Hightower: Hey. So, I just talked to Judge Fitzwilliam.
Jane: And?
Hightower: And she says if you will apologize for the cavalier method in which you disrupted her mother's burial she will not pursue disciplinary action against you, Lisbon or myself.
Jane: Hmm. Tell her Jane says she is a self righteous embittered, old bat and she should thank me.
Hightower: Oh God, Jane, please.
Judge Fitzwilliam: [surprising both Hightower and Jane] You're right, Mr. Jane. I came here for an apology, but I realize now I was wrong to stand on my dignity. I am embittered, and your arrogant, callous, juvenile behavior did reveal he truth after all, so thank you. Thank you very much. Good evening to you.
Jane: Sorry.

Hightower: Teresa, not saying something doesn't mean that something isn't happening.

Jane: [holds out a flower] For you.
Lisbon: Does it squirt water?
Jane: No. It's no trick. Maybe just a little trick to catch the killer.
Lisbon: With a hydrangea?
Jane: Yeah.
Lisbon: How?
Jane: Well wouldn't that be spoiling the fun?
Lisbon: For you. Spoiling the fun for you.
Jane: That's the fun that matters.

Jane: [walks into Lisbon's office to see her trying on a bridesmaid dress] Hey, Lisbon. Any word on that list yet?
Lisbon: Geez, Jane! Do you mind knocking?
Jane: Whoa. My, my.
Lisbon: Van Pelt must die.
Jane: No, no, no. You look good. This is beautiful, like a princess. An angry little princess. Someone stole your tiara.
Lisbon: She caught me by surprise when she asked me, otherwise I never would have agreed to be a bridesmaid. Any why would she even ask me to do this? She knows I hate this crap!
Jane: I told her to ask you. I told her that you secretly wanted to be a bridesmaid.
Lisbon: Really. Why would you do that?
Jane: Oh, for the fun, and because deep down you secretly really do want to be a bridesmaid. Go ahead. Confess.

Jane: A decision science consultant?
Lisbon: Don't start. This is way above us. If we're good to the feds, the feds will be good to us. When in doubt, don't act out.
Jane: You just made a rhyme. When are we ever in doubt?
Lisbon: Seriously, you start trouble and I will --
Jane: Burst my bubble?

Jane: I get it. I've been down. Snitches get stitches.
Nick Monaco: See now, that's a popular misconception. The stitches are for live people.
Jane: Got it.

Jane: I'm better off alone.
Hightower: Nobody is better off alone.

Jane: I'm looking for someone who, uh -- someone I can trust. Someone strong. Someone at peace with themselves. Someone better than me. Someone who knows the worst side of me and still loves me.
Erica: Sounds like an amazing woman.
Jane: She was.

Jane: Judge Fitzwilliam will change her tune once I reveal her daughter's killer, won't she?
Hightower: I don't imagine she will. When are you planning on doing that?
Jane: This very evening.
Hightower: This very night?
Jane: But you have to trust me.
Lisbon: Right, and what if you're wrong again?
Jane: Well, if I'm wrong then we're in deep trouble, but what are the chances, really, of me being wrong twice in a row. Think about that one. Of course, if either of you have a better idea how to find Abby's body and catch her killer, please: these are not taxi doors, they're ears.