Do I detect a slight residue of grumpiness in you demeanor?
No.
I swear to you, Lisbon, your gift is on its way.
I am not grumpy and I don't give a damn about your supposed gift.
[To Rigsby] She's still grumpy with me, isn't she?
Not touching that.
S1 E20Red Sauce
[It's Lisbon's birthday and everyone else has given her a gift except Jane]
Where's your gift?
Oh, it's on its way. [Rigsby laughs]
Typical.
You really think that I would forget your birthday present? [Lisbon nods] It's on its way.
Yeah, right.
Little grumpy because daddy didn't buy you a pony?
Look at it this way. We've closed yet another case.
Toying with mafia bosses is no way to close cases, it's stupid.
Meh. You just trying to find fault. And I know why.
Oh, really?
You're still a little grumpy about the birthday present thing.
Will you leave that alone?
Unbelievable. You've got no reason to be grumpy anymore. [He puts a red bow on Lisbon's office door. She opens the door and finds a pony standing in her office. Lisbon smiles and is lost for words]
S1 E21Miss Red
Oh, and thank you.
For what?
For just letting us play it out like this.
Nah. We would have had to let her go on the murder charge anyway. Nothing to keep her on until we get proof. Besides, this is a simple plan. It's when you start getting costumes and props that I get nervous.
[Jane and Cho are arresting Brooke Harper]
My friend Cho here will now take you by the wrist so as not to let you escape us again.
[Grasps her wrist, gently] Hi.
Warm hands.
I bet you say that to all your arresting officers.
[Brooke Harper is trying to open a locker when Jane and Cho come up from behind her]
Hello, gorgeous.
Beat it, creep.
I'd call you by your real name, but I don't know what it is.
[Turns around and sees Jane] Hello, Mr. Jane.
Hi.
I'm impressed.
Oh, for finding you? Wasn't that difficult.
Would you have a cigar?
Thank you, no. I hear they're not so good for your health.
Well, who wants to live forever?
It'd be horrible, wouldn't it? Immortality. Imagine the boredom.
Yes, this is also the key to a locker that holds ten million dollars.
Really? I thought it was for cigars. I love a good cigar.
Nope. Ten million dollars.
But that's just silly. Why would Jim keep ten million dollars in a locker?
[To Cho] She's good.
Yeah, she is.
How did you find me?
Well, let's make a deal. I'll tell you how we found you if you tell us who you are.
Okay. [With a British accent] My name is Angela Dalibar and I'm from Birmingham, England by way of Hong Kong. How did you find me?
I planted a GPS tracking device on you. Outstanding technology. No bigger than a stick of gum.
Tell us more about yourself Angela. How long have you been a professional con woman?
All my life, I suppose. [She drops the British accent] And I confess, my name's not really Angela.
And I didn't plant a GPS tracking device on you.
RBRick Bregman
Six months of living in that chair. Six months and no one ever questioned me about it. Why did you?
Whenever I meet someone in a wheelchair I check the bottoms of their shoes. The bottoms of your shoes were scuffed. I've been checking shoes for years. This is the first time it's ever paid off. First time. That's gratifying, man. Very, very gratifying.
Ah, he's a pistol, isn't he?
See you around, Patrick.
HAgent Hayes
I'll doubt you'll be seeing much of anybody for a few years.
Uh, I don't know about that, agent Hayes. She's very good at what she does.
That urge you have to get one over on people, the need to be smarter than the next guy? It'll keep biting you on the ass.
So my butt'll hurt occasionally. I'll still be smarter than the next guy.
Chewing-gum plays. I can already see my hair with a big chunk out of it.
You'd look good with short hair. Choppy, all kind of Peter Pan. Good for the eyes.
Train station. It had to be a train station.
What's wrong with a train station?
People, noise, tunnels, trains. More people.
Make much money, playing the keyboards?
KGKeith Gulbrand
No, but I'm not in it for the money. You know, music is a...it's a spiritual thing.
Yeah, it is. So is money. Everything that exists has a spiritual essence. Or not at all.
When was the last time you saw a doctor's handwriting you could read?
So she's precise. Is that what you're implying?
Yes, and the possibility that Dr. Brooke Harper is not a doctor.
Because she has penmanship skills?
And she doesn't have that cold, creepy, doctor-y vibe they all have.
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