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.
Grace Van Pelt: There's something on your...Wayne Rigsby: It's just vomit.
Patrick Jane: Why so glum? Case is a case.Wayne Rigsby: We're in the middle of nowhere. Windy as hell. I haven't eaten anything. Dismemberments are a bitch! You spend months assembling the victim. There's always a piece missing!
In the future, I hope your love life is a little more peaceful. And if it's not, and the next lover turns out dead again, do me a favor? Don't call me.
