- Patrick Jane: Hello Heather Evans. You're very attractive. It's probably why your name's not on that list. Good looking women, they live in a different world.
- Sadie Harrington: How do you tell a 6-year-old her father's never coming home?
- Patrick Jane: Well, she pretty much knows already. She just doesn't understand.
- Sadie Harrington: [Slapping Jane] You're a bastard!
- Patrick Jane: Well, thanks for the uh, feedback. Always appreciated.
- Madeleine Hightower: Patrick, Mr. Stiles here says that you antagonized him and conducted yourself in a way that reflected poorly on the bureau. Do you have anything to say?
- Patrick Jane: Uh, no. I'm--I'm good. Thanks.
- Madeleine Hightower: Okay.
- Patrick Jane: Actually, there's one thing I'd like to say.
- Madeleine Hightower: Is this gonna be helpful, Patrick?
- Patrick Jane: Probably not.
- Madeleine Hightower: Okay, then, there you go. Nice talking with you.
- Bret Stiles: What? You're--you're kidding, right? That's it?
- Madeleine Hightower: [smiles] No. Do give my best to Senator Aleman. Is he still seeing that stripper... in Bakersfield?
- [pause]
- Madeleine Hightower: Lovely girl.
- Patrick Jane: Son staged a coup?
- Alexander Harrington: Yes. Do you have any idea of the guts it takes to pull that off? Xander proved he could lead. I've never been prouder of him. Proud of... uh, Eddie, too, my other son.
- Teresa Lisbon: [on the phone] The bomb. I found it. One minute left.
- Patrick Jane: Oh, good. Time to leave. Get out of there. Lisbon, if you think I'm even going to engage in this game of "Which wire to pull," I'm not interested. I don't want to play that game. Just leave. Right now. Okay?
- Teresa Lisbon: You're right. I'm out of here.
- Bret Stiles: You know, now I see why... Red John really enjoys sparring with you. A worth adversary.
- Patrick Jane: Straight for the jugular.
- Teresa Lisbon: Obviously struck a nerve.
- Kimball Cho: The bombing attempt. We've got your phone records. Slam dunk. 20 years.
- Patrick Jane: Two decades. 7,000 days living in a box. I don't know how people do it.
- Madeleine Hightower: Alex Harrington is the owner of the 7th largest media conglomerate in the world.
- Teresa Lisbon: Yes, ma'am.
- Madeleine Hightower: And you don't want to disappoint a man who owns 200 TV stations and a national newspaper.
- Teresa Lisbon: No, ma'am.
- Bret Stiles: Nobody's past helping... even you.
- Patrick Jane: Believe when I say this, you don't want to make this personal. Now give us Stanfeld or I will make it my sole purpose to hound you for the rest of your miserable phony life.
- Madeleine Hightower: Don't draw the wrong lesson here, Patrick. I've got Stiles checkmated. But if a player with real juice came in here, I'd want to see you dance for him.
- Patrick Jane: Isn't that what we just did?
- Madeleine Hightower: You know what I mean.
- [last lines]
- Patrick Jane: Okay. And I do love to dance.
- Patrick Jane: My eyes aren't, uh, windows or doors or even keys for that matter. I use 'em to look at things and what I'm looking at right now is a big fat liar.
- Bret Stiles: [laughs and smiles] Really.
- Patrick Jane: [on the phone] Uh, if I was familiar with that room, I would plant a bomb... Try under the sofa. No, no, no, no, no.
- [gasps]
- Patrick Jane: The cupboard over by the Dutch forgery in the corner.
- Teresa Lisbon: Uh, th-the painting? How do you know it's a forgery?
- Patrick Jane: Eh, the brushwork--it's all wrong. It's way too loose.
- Teresa Lisbon: [whispers] Oh, my God. You were right.
- Patrick Jane: Yeah, well, of course. That looser feeling didn't develop until much later on.