Kimball Cho: Listen boss.Teresa Lisbon: Don't call me "boss." I'm not your boss. You're my boss.
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.
Lisbon, it's over. It's done. I just want you to know I'm okay. I'm gonna miss you.
We weren't together, we knew each other for years and years, we were friends and I couldn't bring myself to admit my feelings for him had changed even to myself
