Kimball Cho: Which one's ours?Teresa Lisbon: The one that looks like she blows her nose with hundred dollar bills.Kimball Cho: They all look like that.
Teresa Lisbon: Mrs. Didrikson, we're with the California Bureau of Investigation. Put the gun down.Gina Russo: California Bureau of my ass! You get the hell out of here; I will shoot you.Teresa Lisbon: This is my cell phone. I am gonna dial 911, and we will get uniform policemen here and they will sort everything out. In the meantime, we'll all relax.Gina Russo: Screw you! I'm gonna count to ten, and then I'm gonna start shooting. One! Two!Patrick Jane: Lisbon.Teresa Lisbon: Jane, get off the phone.Gina Russo: Three!Patrick Jane: I think I know what we have here.Gina Russo: Four!Teresa Lisbon: I've got a situation.Gina Russo: Five! Six!Patrick Jane: I think Didrikson used to work for the mob and went into witness protection. I think that's why he's out here.
J.J. LaRoche: Whatever happens, I want to thank you for trying to help me.Patrick Jane: Well, truth is, you're a hard man not to help, LaRoche. You're like a Shar-Pei puppy that's rolled onto its back. You have to rub its belly.J.J. LaRoche: You're mocking me.Patrick Jane: No, no, I'm happy to rub your belly.J.J. LaRoche: That won't be necessary.Patrick Jane: I hope not.
You know that game kids play: "My dad can beat up your dad?" No one ever played that with me.