Grace Van Pelt: Wayne?Wayne Rigsby: What?Grace Van Pelt: One thing...Wayne Rigsby: What was that for?Grace Van Pelt: Next time, wear your vest.Wayne Rigsby: Okay.Grace Van Pelt: I mean it!Wayne Rigsby: Yeah, I believe you.
Oliver: How did he die?Patrick Jane: Gunshot wound, which, uh, suggests it wasn't the quantum lords that killed him.Oliver: Duh. They'd use a lorax beam.
Teresa Lisbon: Abbott said it was the death of a DEA agent. And by the way, keep tomorrow night open.Patrick Jane: Well, why would it be closed?Teresa Lisbon: Your birthday?Patrick Jane: Oh, that. Yes.Teresa Lisbon: I already told everybody at work no songs, no cake, no gifts.Patrick Jane: Good. Thank you.Teresa Lisbon: Except me.Patrick Jane: Oh, you have a gift for me?Teresa Lisbon: It's a surprise.Patrick Jane: A surprise?Teresa Lisbon: That's right.Patrick Jane: You think you can keep a secret from me for that long?Teresa Lisbon: I don't think I can. I know I can.Patrick Jane: I admire your confidence.
Wayne Rigsby: You want anything?Kimball Cho: Yeah. Coffee, black.Wayne Rigsby: It's a fruit stand, Cho. They sell fruit.Kimball Cho: Okay. No.