Patrick Jane: Nice Lady.Teresa Lisbon: Nice? That's all you're gonna say? She's Nice?Patrick Jane: Great legs.
Patrick Jane: You're going to meet me tonight at eight o'clock.Bret Stiles: Patrick...Patrick Jane: No, you listen to me. You're gonna meet me tonight at eight o'clock or I'm gonna come back here, and when I do, you will need more than these walls to keep you safe.Bret Stiles: Threats? That's so out of character.Patrick Jane: I mean every word of it.Bret Stiles: Yes, I believe you do. But you see, Patrick, a dying man does not fear death.Patrick Jane: Oh, please. This charade might work on your disciples. It doesn't work on me.Bret Stiles: You think too highly of me. Unfortunately, it's not a charade.Patrick Jane: How long have you got?Bret Stiles: It's spread to the blood. There's nothing they can do. I don't know... two weeks, a month. You see, it's not personal. It's just that my time now is very precious.Patrick Jane: I'm still gonna need you tonight.Bret Stiles: For god's sake, why? What's so damned important?Patrick Jane: Red John. I'm close. Closer than I've ever been.
Terence Badali: I panicked. As soon as you told me they were dead. I knew you were gonna blame me. And my brain said just run.Kimball Cho: Your brain's a fool.
Sarah Harrigan: You okay?Wayne Rigsby: Oh. Oh, yeah. Yeah. Uh... no. That video was... oh, god, it was horrible. I had no idea childbirth could be so... well, so scary.Sarah Harrigan: Well, it wasn't that bad.Wayne Rigsby: Sarah, I'm a homicide detective. I've seen some pretty graphic things, but that... uh... nothing prepared me for that.Sarah Harrigan: How do you think I feel? I have to go through it.