Teresa Lisbon: Hey.Patrick Jane: Pineapple. He smelled like pineapple.Teresa Lisbon: Pineapple? What the hell? Go -Teresa Lisbon: Okay. Good. Listen, tell Rigsby, Teresa needs help.
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.
Wherever you go until you know the truth of what happened, you will be haunted. Until you see Kara's death redeemed, you will be haunted. You have to know the truth.
Teresa Lisbon: And then Haibach shot you a second time?Wayne Rigsby: Yeah. That one hurt.Teresa Lisbon: But you got back up, disarmed the sister, and stopped Haibach. Nice work, Wayne.Grace Van Pelt: He said he was gonna save me, and he did.Kimball Cho: You do realize you got shot with your own gun.Wayne Rigsby: Oh, please, Cho, no jokes. It hurts when I laugh.Kimball Cho: I'm just saying if you tell that story in the future, you might want to leave that part out.Wayne Rigsby: Seriously, I'm gonna split a stitch.
