- [last lines]
- Patrick Jane: Great house. Whose is it?
- Teresa Lisbon: It's yours. Give me your keys.
- Patrick Jane: Okay.
- [she leads him inside and upstairs; entering the master bedroom, he sees the Red John smiley face on the wall]
- Teresa Lisbon: I'm sorry.
- Patrick Jane: Why is Teresa insisting that I meet these firefighers?
- Wayne Rigsby: Well, you might recognize the killer.
- Patrick Jane: Well, it's doubtful. They said that I was attacked in the dark and held underwater, so isn't it likely that he took me from behind?
- Wayne Rigsby: Yeah, probably. But you're still good at sussing out guilty parties.
- Patrick Jane: Huh. How do I do that, exactly?
- Wayne Rigsby: Eh, it's hard to say. Causing trouble, mostly.
- Patrick Jane: What's the best way in with a luscious redhead?
- Wayne Rigsby: Van Pelt?
- Patrick Jane: Well, clearly you two had a thing and she dumped you, but maybe you can share a tip on how to open the cookie jar. You know, get some, uh, tasty ginger snaps?
- Wayne Rigsby: Huh. You want a tip? Back off.
- Patrick Jane: [they get onto the elevator] I thought we were a team.
- Teresa Lisbon: No.
- [Firm Tone]
- Teresa Lisbon: We. Are. Not sleeping... together.
- Patrick Jane: We're working towards it though, right? So, I haven't missed anything.
- [He smiles at her]
- Patrick Jane: [Looking at crime scenes from a robbery] The closest a man should come to touching a fitted sweater is helping a woman out of one.
- Kimball Cho: You don't help us because you like us.
- Patrick Jane: I don't like you?
- Kimball Cho: Well, you don't NOT like us. But you have deeper reasons for helping people. Without those reasons you're a hustler.
- Patrick Jane: Are we sleeping together?
- Teresa Lisbon: Excuse me?
- Patrick Jane: Well you're a cop, that's obvious. But you're not treating me like a suspect and I can't see any other reason for a police officer to come to my bedside unless we're,
- [laughing]
- Patrick Jane: unless we're sleeping together.