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: This is God! What is it now?
Lisbon: You scared the life out of me.
Jane: I crawled all the way on my hands in these from that door, but was worth it.
Lisbon: What are you doing here?
Jane: It's good to see you! How have you been?
Lisbon: Worried sick, that's how I've been! And then you pop in here like you're some sort of a lunatic playing games and asking me how I've been?!
Jane: Just-
Lisbon: Shame on you.
Jane: Just stay calm, ok? It's important no one sees us together.
Lisbon: Why not?
Jane: I'm faking my breakdown. It's a boost to trap Red John.
Lisbon: You son of a bitch! You. Son. Of a bitch!
Jane: Ok, we are in a church.

Jane: Well, Greg seems very nice.
Lisbon: I am not discussing this with you.
Jane: Nice, solid, dependable. I can see why you dumped him.
Lisbon: I mean it, Jane.
Jane: All right.
Lisbon: Seriously.
Jane: All right.
Lisbon: (beat) I didn't dump him. We both decided to take a break.
Jane: The old "let's take a break."

Linda Tibbs: I already told you I'm not getting involved.
Rigsby: We're not asking you to, ma'am. We just need you to cooperate.
Linda Tibbs: It doesn't matter what you need! I don't trust you and I'm not going to help!
Van Pelt: If you quit now you're going to miss the best part: payback.
Linda Tibbs: What are you talking about?
Van Pelt: A few months ago I had a fiance. He tried to kill me.
Linda Tibbs: You're lying.
Van Pelt: Look, everybody thought he was the greatest guy, including me. Then he pulled a gun on me.
Linda Tibbs: What did you do?
Van Pelt: I shot him.
Rigsby: Dead.

Lisbon: Cheer up.
Jane: Oh, I'm cheery.
Lisbon: You heard her. You gave her hope.
Jane: I didn't give her hope. I sold her hope.
Lisbon: I think hope is worth it at any price.
Jane: Are you running for office now?
Lisbon: Okay, you know what? You're a wicked charlatan and you're going to hell then.
Jane: That's more like it. I'll save you a seat by the fire.
Lisbon: Oh, I'm not going to hell.
Jane: You're not?
Lisbon: Nope.
Jane: You've made other arrangements, huh?
Lisbon: Mm-hmm.

Lisbon: Don't you think it's time to tell the truth about Red John?
Jane: Well the truth is, I killed Red John. You can ask anyone. It was on the news, Lisbon.
Lisbon: But you think he's alive.
Jane: I told you that. You, Lisbon. Nobody else. It's better that way.
Lisbon: Then why make him reemerge? You manipulated Panzer into insulting Red John so Red John would kill him.
Jane: I didn't know how else to stop Panzer. He would have just kept on killing.

Lisbon: Everything all right?
Jane: Yeah. I like our new boss. I think we'll work very well together. Would you like some tea?
Lisbon: I'm tired. I'm going to go home.
Jane: I made a pot.
Lisbon: All right. I'll take one to go.
Jane: I heard you got your man.
Lisbon: As did you. Nice work.
Jane: Do you think I'm an anti-social personality?
Lisbon: Yeah, sure. Who isn't?

Lisbon: Hey.
Jane: All good?
Lisbon: Yeah. Doc seemed like a changed man.
Jane: He's had a perspective few of us ever get. It's energizing, I'd expect.
Lisbon: Would you want that? To hear what people say about you when you're dead?
Jane: When I am dead they can burn me in effigy or build a statue or forget about me completely. I couldn't care less.
Lisbon: You don't mean that. Everybody wants to be remembered.
Jane: Childish vanity.
Lisbon: I want to be remembered.
Jane: And you shall be; fondly, but you won't care about it because when you're dead you're dead, and until then, [a waiter sets down a hot fudge sundae between them] there's ice cream.
Lisbon: So good.

Lisbon: How'd you do it? Get Bertram to come around?
Jane: Oh it wasn't so hard. A rational discussion between two reasonable men.
Lisbon: [smiles knowingly] Rational discussion. I bet.
Jane: Mhmm. But, by all means, go ahead.
Lisbon: Excuse me?
Jane: Say it. I won't get embarrassed.
Lisbon: Say what? Oh! You mean say thank you?
Jane: Oh! You're welcome. Was it so hard?
Lisbon: The thing is, not dealing with you every day has been very restful for me. My back pain is gone. I sleep really well. I'm not so sure I'm grateful to be back.
Jane: You're a terrible liar. Good, honest people are always bad liars.
Lisbon: Which makes you what?

Lisbon: I have a bad feeling about this.
Jane: Well you've been shot. You're bound to have a gloomy outlook. Ignore your feelings.

Lisbon: I have to be back here right after lunch.
Jane: Oh?
Lisbon: Management meeting.
Jane: Wainwright. He has too much time on his hands. [dials a number on his phone] Agent Wainwright. Patrick Jane. Hi, I just wanted to let you know that Agent Lisbon is needed urgently in the field, and as important as your seminar is, she's not going to be able to attend. Okay. Thank you. Bye bye. He said he's fine. See? Simple as that.
Lisbon: Thanks. Did it ever occur to you that I might actually want to go to the meeting.
Jane: No, it didn't. Do you?
Lisbon: No, but it's the principle.

Lisbon: Is anything coming back to you?
Jane: Kids prefer cheese over fried green spinach.
Lisbon: [laughs] Come again?
Jane: It's an acronym for the seven levels of taxonomy: kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genus, species.
Lisbon: Impressive.
Jane: I can also name the geological time periods, the worlds longest rivers by size, and the complete works of Shakespeare in chronological order.
Lisbon: So the memory palace is intact?
Jane: I told you about the memory palace?
Lisbon: We're friends.

Lisbon: Jane? How are you feeling?
Jane: Excellent, I think.
Lisbon: It's good to see you breathing.
Jane: It's good to see you period.
Lisbon: We are doing everything we can to find your attacker. You didn't happen to see a face, did you?
Jane: No... Not that I can remember.
Lisbon: What's the last thing you do remember?
Jane: [He makes her come closer.]Are we sleeping together?
Lisbon: Excuse me?! [backs off quickly.]
Jane: Well, you're a cop, that's obvious. But you're not judging me like a suspect, and I can't see any other reason for a police officer to come to my bed side [laughs], unless we're sleeping together.
Lisbon: You don't ... know who I am.
Jane: Please don't take it personnaly, I'm sure you're quite memorable. I just... I've been through a lot, apparently.
Lisbon: No. We are not sleeping together.
Jane: We're working toward it, right? So I haven't missed anything. [She looks lost.] So, what's your name?
Lisbon: [smiles] Are you putting me on?
Jane: I wish I was.
Lisbon: I'm Teresa Lisbon, I'm with the CBI. I'm a homicide detective. You're my consultant.
Jane: I catch bad guys, well that sounds like fun! I always wanted to put my psychic gifts against criminals.
Lisbon: You're not... a psychic.

Lisbon: My God. Why are you doing this? You were okay. All you had to do was keep your heads down.
Van Pelt: We want to work for you.
Lisbon: Let me talk to Jane alone. [Van Pelt, Cho and Rigsby leave] I could kill you with my bare hands.
Jane: Well, it's not the first time. Come on. You don't have a choice. You do nothing they get fired. You work with me they keep their jobs. You might even get yours back.
Lisbon: Fine, but it's just you and me. They don't do anything else. What's the plan?
Jane: The plan is: we catch the killer. It's kind of obvious.

Lisbon: Okay, we keep working.
Jane: We should talk to Eve again.
Lisbon: Maybe she knows what was going on with Murphy.
Jane: Maybe.
Lisbon: Fine. You're the boss on this one.
Jane: Okay, don't be like that.
Lisbon: Like what? It's what you want!
Jane: What I want is a little smile.
Lisbon: Well you can't have everything.