Wayne Rigsby: There's nobody here. We can lock the door. Nobody's looking.Wayne Rigsby: Come on.Grace Van Pelt: We're on duty.Wayne Rigsby: Yeah. I know. Totally wrong.Wayne Rigsby: Come on.
Patrick Jane: Smells of juniper.Kimball Cho: Cologne?Patrick Jane: Uh... I don't... no, more like... cheap gin. Drunken out of necessity, not pleasure. So he drank alone, he let the killer in. He knew him, or her. They argued...Deb Granger: How'd you know they argued?Patrick Jane: Well, he is dead.Deb Granger: What did they argue about?Patrick Jane: Well, I don't know. What do people argue about? Money? Power? Love? Jealousy?Deb Granger: Revenge. Sorry, I shouldn't do that.Patrick Jane: No, jump right in. This is a murder. It's exciting.
Patrick Jane: Chance has thrust away a very sordid and vexing problem. But have no fear.Grace Van Pelt: We don't.Teresa Lisbon: I do. What's your plan?
Teresa Lisbon: She's a convicted murderer.Patrick Jane: A convicted manslaughterer, actually.
