Vint Molinari: Well, who knows if Red John has anything to do with this. As far as I know, Frye painted the face herself.
Teresa Lisbon: Why would she do that?
Vint Molinari: [Molanari scoffs] Well, the woman thinks she talks with the dead. She's half a nutcase walking out the door.
Teresa Lisbon: You seen Jane?
Kimball Cho: Yeah. He's upstairs. Vander Hoeck took him there to see Celia's room.
Teresa Lisbon: Is he okay?
Kimball Cho: I guess. Why?
Teresa Lisbon: Nothing. Stiles just seems to get to him a little bit.
Kimball Cho: That's a nice trick.
Teresa Lisbon: Yeah, I wish he'd teach it to me.
Patrick Jane: I call on the spirits... I ask for the presence of the departed soul of Kristina Frye. Reveal yourself Kristina Frye. Can you hear me Kristina Frye?
Kristina Frye: I can hear you, Patrick.
Patrick Jane: Well, thank you. Thanks for speaking with me.
Kristina Frye: I'm so glad you called on me. I knew in the end you'd become a believer.
Patrick Jane: I'm not a believer.
Kristina Frye: I hear your sadness in your voice. Don't be sad, Patrick. Death is not the end. The afterlife's a beautiful place. It's a peaceful here. Happy.
Patrick Jane: [on examining Celia Jovanovich's body] Lisbon!
Teresa Lisbon: Yeah?
Patrick Jane: Check between her toes!
Teresa Lisbon: Why?
Patrick Jane: Because I don't really want to.
Bret Stiles: It seems that your friend John is planning a surprise party for you.
Patrick Jane: How do you know what Red John is planning?
Bret Stiles: It doesn't matter.
Patrick Jane: It certainly matters to me. How do you know what Red John is planning?
Bret Stiles: My dear chap, I know so much more than you or Red John could ever imagine.
Patrick Jane: You're not dead.
Kristina Frye: You're talking to a ghost and still you're a skeptic. You are impossible.
Patrick Jane: You're the FBI's undercover agent, right?
Brother Steven Wench: What?
Patrick Jane: I need a favor. Just a small one. Get rid of 'em.
Brother Steven Wench: Guys, take a break.
[the members in the group leave]
Brother Steven Wench: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Patrick Jane: Well, when I just popped the bag right now, your hand went for your hip. You were reaching for your gun. It's a cop instinct. Never goes away.
Teresa Lisbon: Why don't we skip the part where you lie to me and get right to part where you tell me what you're going to do.
Patrick Jane: Red John let Krystine make a call that can be traced. He's playing a game.
Teresa Lisbon: With who?
Patrick Jane: ...See you later.
Patrick Jane: [to Stiles] Why offer only 6 dimensions? Is- is it to hold off a couple dimensions to sell off later?
Bret Stiles: Red John has her, right? It's a terrible thing. First your wife and child, now Miss Frye. It sounds like he's jealous, Patrick. It sounds like... he wants to take away everything and everyone that you care about. It's a form of love, you know?
Patrick Jane: [Quietly] So if you say you'll give us the videos, the killer will identify himself. He will be the man that insists most forcefully that you shouldn't give them to us.
Bret Stiles: What if I killed them?
Patrick Jane: You?... You wouldn't hurt a fly.
Bret Stiles: [Chuckles. Then loudly] Patrick has offered um, persuasive argument. I'm... going to be handing over the videos to him.
Patrick Jane: Eh, three years is nothing.
Teresa Lisbon: It's the way of the world. He's selling Stiles. He's a big fish. The FBI has to pay. If you think about this too much, you'll drive yourself crazy.
Patrick Jane: Well, there it is, you're safe. Bravo.
Bret Stiles: Huh? Always nice to know, but that's not why I'm here. It seems your friend John, is planning a surprise party for you.
Patrick Jane: Did you see Red John?
Kristina Frye: Who?
Patrick Jane: Red John... Red John, the man who abducted you.
Kristina Frye: [sighs] I don't understand what you're talking about.
Grace Van Pelt: [to Rigsby] Ah... nice of you to show up, pokey. Hope she gave you breakfast, Forensics ate all the bagels.