Grace Van Pelt: You ready to be daddy? That's going to be you soon.Wayne Rigsby: Oh no, I can cry much louder than that.
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.
Len Artash: Sir, why are you staring at me like that?Patrick Jane: I was staring? Oh, I'm so sorry. My mind was elsewhere.
Kimball Cho: So if he's not white-water rafting, where is he?Patrick Jane: Well, I don't know, but I'm sure you two will figure it out. And, Rigsby... Put the cupcake back.
