Patrick Jane: No one can know about this. This has to stay between you and me.
Madeleine Hightower: Jane, you should at least tell Lisbon what's going...
Patrick Jane: Nobody! He's too smart that way. He'll sense a trap. I'm better off alone.
Madeleine Hightower: Nobody is better off alone.
Patrick Jane: Dead men I've seen. But this...
Teresa Lisbon: Can we get back to work please?
Patrick Jane: Must I justify my every action? Please observe the rib cage of our smaller fosilized friend here.
Teresa Lisbon: Is that rib broken off?
Patrick Jane: Exactly.
Patrick Jane: There's only one person who has this singular affect on people. You've been LaRoche'd, haven't you?
Madeleine Hightower: I suppose I have.
Patrick Jane: No shame in it. We're all pots in his kitchen and he's the sous chef just waiting for one of us to boil over.
Madeleine Hightower: I won't give him the satisfaction.
Teresa Lisbon: You're never gonna guess where he grew up.
Patrick Jane: Then I won't even try.
Teresa Lisbon: How did you do that?
Patrick Jane: I followed your lips.
Patrick Jane: Not that I'm judging. Seeking revenge on men that are responsble for the death of someone you love, it's a hobby I like to dabble in myself.
Madeleine Hightower: You think it's true? You think it's true that I killed Johnson and Montero?
Patrick Jane: Let's just say I'm open minded.
Madeleine Hightower: If you don't point that shotgun away from me, I swear I will use it to beat you like a rented mule.
Patrick Jane: Spoken like a true lunatic killer. You're not giving me much to work with here.
Madeleine Hightower: I mean it!
Patrick Jane: [Jane cocks the shotgun] So do I. Did you kill those men? I have to know.
Teresa Lisbon: Wow. When you boys decide to destroy a woman's reputation, you really go all out!
Gale Bertram: Lisbon, you're the one who just told me the Johnson and Montero murders were linked. Now we have evidence. If you're too close to this, let me know. And I'll move you off this investigation.
Teresa Lisbon: I'll be fine, sir.
Patrick Jane: She was unwrapping her hand - the moment I was waiting for.
Teresa Lisbon: To crash the vehicle?
Patrick Jane: It seemed like a smart idea at the time.
Teresa Lisbon: Jane? You in there?
Patrick Jane: Yeah. I'm coming out. You're going to have to stand back if you're bearing firearms. Please lower them, please.
[Jane emerges followed by Hightower wielding a shotgun]
Madeleine Hightower: Stand back... or he dies.
Papadakis: Montero was an honest antiquities dealer - one of the last. Most traders nowadays are looter and no-good son-of-a-bitches!
Patrick Jane: That kid of yours, Jim, is he into dinosaurs and prehistoric stuff?
Security Guard Jim: Sure. Loves his mother.
Patrick Jane: [Jane laughs] Here give him this.
[Jane hands Jim a bag]
Patrick Jane: It's a replica of a Dire Wolf's tooth.
Wayne Rigsby: Oh yeah, a little carne asada, after we check out the warehouse. Muy bien.
Kimball Cho: No.
Wayne Rigsby: Why not?
Kimball Cho: I don't wanna cross hobo alley to order lunch from a truck that's near the sewage ditch under the freeway.
Wayne Rigsby: But there's tacos.
Patrick Jane: Push hard on this one. We need a rapid response. Remember time wasted is gone forever.
Foley: I'm not wasting time.
Patrick Jane: Are you suggesting you don't have enough time? YOu have exactly the same number of hours in the day as Albert Einstein had.
Patrick Jane: Thomas Jefferson. Louis Pasteur. Ghandi.
Foley: [Starts to rise] Just get out of
[Foley knocks over a can of soda]
Foley: here. Oh my God. Oh my God! What did I do?
Patrick Jane: I suggest you rethink what you can and cannot do from this moment forward because I know who the evidence is about to reveal as the killer.
Madeleine Hightower: Who?
Patrick Jane: You.