Wayne Rigsby: Local P. D. Stomped all over the scene. Don't think forensics will be any use.Teresa Lisbon: It's like they don't even watch TV. Every toddler knows this stuff.
Kimball Cho: We have to assume that Keller is alive and looking for Jane. How many agents are you gonna have at their wedding?Dennis Abbott: Four, but now I think we should probably have more.Kimball Cho: At least ten. We're gonna need eyes on the front and back yards, and the surrounding neighbourhoods. We should have a chopper on standby in case we need to pursue.Rick Tork: Yes, sir. But... wouldn't it be wiser to just... postpone the wedding?Kimball Cho: Postpone the wedding? We're the FBI.Rick Tork: There is that upside. We can use the wedding as bait. Kinda.Rick Tork: ... I'm gonna go check on that chopper.
Every time you breathe that breath of putrid smoke, remember this: this is a fat rich tobacco executive thinking what a fool you are every time you breathe that smoke. Laughing at you, with his fat jowels wobbing with glee. Do you see him?
Patrick Jane: You're going to meet me tonight at eight o'clock.Bret Stiles: Patrick...Patrick Jane: No, you listen to me. You're gonna meet me tonight at eight o'clock or I'm gonna come back here, and when I do, you will need more than these walls to keep you safe.Bret Stiles: Threats? That's so out of character.Patrick Jane: I mean every word of it.Bret Stiles: Yes, I believe you do. But you see, Patrick, a dying man does not fear death.Patrick Jane: Oh, please. This charade might work on your disciples. It doesn't work on me.Bret Stiles: You think too highly of me. Unfortunately, it's not a charade.Patrick Jane: How long have you got?Bret Stiles: It's spread to the blood. There's nothing they can do. I don't know... two weeks, a month. You see, it's not personal. It's just that my time now is very precious.Patrick Jane: I'm still gonna need you tonight.Bret Stiles: For god's sake, why? What's so damned important?Patrick Jane: Red John. I'm close. Closer than I've ever been.
