Wayne Rigsby: I look around, I don't see anyone here who could torture a man to death with pliers and a lit cigar.Patrick Jane: Picture them naked and ravenously hungry.
Patrick Jane: What about those two?Teresa Lisbon: The lady? I don't think so.Patrick Jane: Not just her. The two of them. They're obviously traveling together. They're not a couple, there's no intimacy there.Teresa Lisbon: Oh, they've been in a truck for hours. How could there be intimacy?
Wes Attwood: Hey now, I didn't kill anybody. I mean, I'm a killer salesman, but I'm not a killer.Kimball Cho: Ask yourself if this is the right moment for humor, Mr. Attwood.
Prosecutor says that Timothy Carter wasn't Red John. Well... Carter told me himself that he was Red John, but I... I can't prove that. The forensic evidence is inconclusive, his wife refuses to talk to anyone, refuses to speak at all, so she's no use to us. What about Carter's records? Surely there must be some clues there. No. On paper, this man seems to appear out of nowhere five years ago. Before that, nothing. Why? Because Timothy Carter is an invented identity, a mask. I'm not guilty of killing Timothy Carter because Timothy Carter never existed. There is no Timothy Carter. There is only Red John. Red John started killing people twelve years ago. It's hard to put an exact number on how many people he's killed, but it's somewhere around 28. Nearly all women, late at night, in their homes. He wakes them first because he likes to see the fear in their eyes. He likes to hear them beg for mercy as he cuts them open. He did that to my wife and daughter, and I've been looking for him ever since. Looking for personal vengeance. I believe that's... my right. I have the right to kill the man that killed my family. I don't say I shouldn't be punished for doing what I did, I feel I had no choice. What would you do?
