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.
Let me know if you change your mind, or you know, get it back.
Patrick Jane: I showed you my identification to discourage you from killing me or torturing me or something. You might not get arrested for it, but you sure will make some kind of fuss.Shirali Arlov: I don't mind fuss. Anything to avoid boredom.
Dennis Abbott: Jane is making a sincere effort to fit in.Kim Fischer: No, he's not.Dennis Abbott: Look at what he gave me yesterday.Kim Fischer: A robot.Dennis Abbott: No, this is just not a robot. This is *Voltron*, okay? I used to love this when I was a kid.Kim Fischer: He *ditched* me.Dennis Abbott: That's not cool.Kim Fischer: No, that is far, far from cool.Dennis Abbott: Did Jane have something to say about it afterwards?Kim Fischer: Who knows! He hasn't responded to my texts or my phone calls ever since. Where do we draw the line? How far do we bend for this man?Teresa Lisbon: I just got off the phone with Jane. He says he needs a black helicopter, a convoy of vans, and whatever you have that looks most like a tank.
