Patrick Jane: Didn't Rick Tiegler's black-out strike you as weird?Wayne Rigsby: Why? He got drunk, he blacked out, he killed someone. Who hasn't been there?Wayne Rigsby: ... Kidding.
Raymond tubbs: You don't understand there's *honor* among us race warriors. Loyalty. Brotherhood.Kimball Cho: Yeah. Right.Raymond tubbs: What do you mean "Yeah. Right?"Kimball Cho: It means you're wasting my time. There are no arayan warriors out there awaiting your orders. You're a sad little man alone in box, living on delusions of grandieur.
Memory is unreliable because the untrained brain has a crappy filing system. It takes everything that happens to you and throws it all willy-nilly into a big, dark closet. When you go in there looking for something, all you can find are the big, obvious things like when your mom died, or stuff that you don't really need, stuff that you're not looking for, like the words to "Copacabana." You can't find what you need. But don't panic, because it is still there.
Wayne Rigsby: This is exactly the kind of stuff that Boss was talking about. She didn't okay this at all, did she?Patrick Jane: So shoot me.