Jane: Ah-ha!
Lisbon: Is that a useful ah-ha or an annoying ah-ha?

Jane: Can I please continue working with you?
Lisbon: I thought you were quitting.
Jane: You know I didn't mean that.
Lisbon: So the job is worthwhile, is it?
Jane: Uh, it's not that. I mean, it' not that at all. It's just... I have nothing else to do.
Lisbon: No jokes. From now, there have to be boundaries.
Jane: Agreed.
Lisbon: I need to know that you can do your work and be effective without creating a mess that I have to clean up.
Jane: No mess, I swear.
Lisbon: On that basis, you can remain with the unit.
Jane: Thank you. [He hugs her]

Jane: Candice, take my advice. Forgive your mother. Maybe the headaches will stop.
Candice: I love my mother.
Jane: Oh, I'm wrong. Ignore my advice.

Jane: Catching killers I enjoy, but being reminded that we're just a cog in a petty, fascist machine? That is a little depressing.
Lisbon: Crime fighting is hard. Suck it up.

Jane: I deduce from the irritated tone of your phone conversation that I was right about Carl Ward.
Lisbon: Half right.
Jane: Go on.
Lisbon: His real name is Carl Wazowski. He was in jail for kiting checks. He's got an ex-wife in Bayonne, New Jersey. She's owed $90,000 in back alimony.
Jane: Half?

Jane: I didn't see it. Of course.
Lisbon: What?
Jane: He's in love with you.
Lisbon: Don't be silly.
Jane: I know, hard to fathom, but... uh, there's no accounting for taste, is there?
Lisbon: [throws a bags of donuts at Jane] Hush.

Jane: I'm going into the Drapers' lair.
Lisbon: That's not a lair, it's an office, and no you're not.
Jane: Oh yes I am. Listen, I'm a little scared, you wouldn't want me to get hurt would you?
Lisbon: Don't bet on it. Why the Drapers?
Jane: A hunch. They're key in this somehow.
Lisbon: You think they hired Silva?
Jane: Well, they certainly look the part.
Lisbon: Why the hell didn't you call Cho?
Jane: You were closer.
Lisbon: Call Cho. I'm not even armed.
Jane: More lies! You have at least two guns in that car. Three?! You're the poster girl for the NRA.

Jane: It's funny, isn't it? The big regrets in life people keep to themselves.
Lisbon: I don't know. I tell people about you.
Jane: Nice one. A zinger. High and tight.

Jane: It's lovely to meet you, doc. You're a horse's ass, but you mean well.

Jane: Oh, it's lovely.
Lisbon: It's a crime scene.
Jane: It's a lovely crime scene.

Jane: Okay, I needed Lucas to see Felicia get arrested, you needed hard evidence to charge Felicia. So...I made it happen.
Lisbon: By making an innocent woman think she was going to prison? As if her life wasn't hard enough already.
Jane: Yes, you're right. She does deserve some justice.
Lisbon: It's good to see you care.
Jane: You know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

Jane: She alright?
Lisbon: Yeah.
Bosco: Thank God.
Jane: Well, thank kevlar actually.
Lisbon: Hush!

Jane: So is it usual that your uncle is here after closing?
Tom Doverton: He's not our uncle exactly.
Jane: Oh, I'm sorry. The man that has sex with your aunt then.

Jane: So, is she telling the truth?
Kristina: I'm not sure. The spirit is deeply conflicted. I can't get a clear reading.
Jane: What are you using, dial-up?

Jane: This is beautiful. [places the crown on Lisbon's head]