- Wayne Rigsby: Hey, you okay?
- Grace Van Pelt: Yeah. I feel pretty good actually. I'm starting to enjoy shooting people.
- [Van Pelt chuckles]
- Grace Van Pelt: Gotcha.
- Patrick Jane: Lisbon, I understand your precarious emotional state. Given you've just gotten your job back, and your sensitivity to the bureaucrats that are watching your every move.
- Teresa Lisbon: They are.
- Patrick Jane: Yes, but that's your thing. I gotta be me. I can't change who I am.
- Teresa Lisbon: No, but you can change where you are tomorrow at 12.
- Beth Flint: All those years ago - when you were a psychic - you were lying to me. Telling me about my future.
- Patrick Jane: Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
- Beth Flint: Don't apologize. You tried to tell me. You deceived me sure, but you gave me hope. Thank you for that. Goodbye, Patrick.
- Patrick Jane: I didn't give her hope. I sold her hope.
- Teresa Lisbon: I think hope is worth it at any price.
- Patrick Jane: What? Are you running for office now?
- Teresa Lisbon: Okay, you know what? You're a wicked charlatan. You're going to Hell then.
- Patrick Jane: That's more like it. Save you a seat by the fire.
- Teresa Lisbon: Oh, I'm not going to hell.
- Patrick Jane: Oh, you're not, huh?
- Teresa Lisbon: No.
- Teresa Lisbon: She's an old client?
- Patrick Jane: Uh, yeah.
- Teresa Lisbon: This is a mess. We don't have time for this. That boy is out there somewhere and this psychic stuff is a distraction. I think you better leave.
- Patrick Jane: Can't say I disagree.
- Patrick Jane: That doesn't mean I'm psychic. It just means that you're gullible and desperate.
- Deke Hutton: What is wrong with you that you treat people like that?
- Patrick Jane: Oh, you should have seen me 10 years ago.
- Kimball Cho: You wanted Connor dead. You grabbed him and then made it look like a child murderer did it. Which part are we misunderstanding?
- Jonathan Flint: I was going to bring him *back*!
- Kimball Cho: So what was the knife for?
- Jonathan Flint: I... I didn't...
- Teresa Lisbon: Planning is easy. Reality is a bit harder.
- Nate Glass: Son of a bitch! Trying to steal my action?
- Patrick Jane: Mr. Glass, nice to finally meet you. And you got no action. You're a disgrace to the profession. That contact you faked with Connor - weak. Weak!
- Nate Glass: Bite me. That gag was seamless. Did you see how she fell for it?
- [Glass chuckles. Then in a high voice]
- Nate Glass: Oh Mo Mo. Mo Mo.
- [Glass chuckles again]
- Patrick Jane: Thanks that should do it.
- [Jane pulls out a recorder]
- Patrick Jane: You're pretty good, I'll give you that. Not great, just... pretty good.
- Nate Glass: What can I say? It's a gift.
- Patrick Jane: Yeah... see, here's the thing, Glass. I played the same game myself, so normally I wouldn't tell you not to run your little scam.
- Nate Glass: Well, it's not a scam.
- Patrick Jane: It's a scam. We both know it's a scam. But you've stepped over a line. This is police business. There's a child's life at stake here.
- Nate Glass: Yeah, that's why I'm here.
- Patrick Jane: You don't want to push me. Back off this woman. Get out of here right now, or you're gonna regret it.
- Patrick Jane: And you are?
- Deke Hutton: Connor's uncle. Deke Hutton.
- Patrick Jane: Hmm.
- Deke Hutton: And you should have gone to jail, you miserable sleazebag.
- Patrick Jane: Well, nice to meet you, too.
- Deke Hutton: If you think you're gonna pin this on me, then you are very much mistaken.
- Patrick Jane: Typical addict. Misdirected anger, persecution complex.
- Deke Hutton: Excuse me, I'm not an addict.
- Patrick Jane: Uh, yes, you are. You both are. You, gambling; hence the purple smudge on your thumb from the ticket stubs at the track and your need to live off your sister's money.
- Deke Hutton: You son of a...!
- Patrick Jane: [Jonathan holds Deke back] And you, antidepressants. The shiny skin, the dyspepsia; some deep emotional need not being fulfilled, I would guess.
- Jonathan Flint: Are we done here?
- Patrick Jane: Just getting started.
- Teresa Lisbon: Jane, we don't have time for you to have a feud with this guy. It's - it's like your conscience is battling your old self. There's no upside.
- Patrick Jane: You think that's why I'm here? Intriguing.
- Teresa Lisbon: [Calling Jane on her cell phone] Hey Jane. We got Walton. The kid's nowhere to be seen.
- Patrick Jane: Tell Rigsby to look in his left front pocket. There should be a note.
- Teresa Lisbon: Rigs, is there a note in your left front pocket?
- Wayne Rigsby: [Rigsby pulls out a note from his left front pocket] "The balloon man didn't take Connor."... Okay, so how did he do that?
- Patrick Jane: Well, if you care so much, how come you let her throw money away on this uh, psychic.
- Deke Hutton: Never bothered you when it was you, Mr. Jane. Yeah, I heard about you. You nearly squeezed Beth dry.