Simon Baker: Patrick Jane

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Patrick Jane

Teresa Lisbon: I have to say, I am impressed. You outplayed the F.B.I.
Patrick Jane: No contest. Did they tell you when I start work?
Teresa Lisbon: When *we* start.
Patrick Jane: We? What about your job?
Teresa Lisbon: Nah. It was boring.
Patrick Jane: Yeah, I told you.
Teresa Lisbon: Yeah. But you had no right to. It's my life, and I'll decide what to do with it.
Patrick Jane: And you decided correctly.
Teresa Lisbon: There was never any choice.
Patrick Jane: Oh, come on. It'll be fun. Let's see what kind of trouble we can make.

Teresa Lisbon: You ran away again Jane. Not from the FBI but from me.
Patrick Jane: Yeah, but I ran back.
Teresa Lisbon: How was I suppose to know? I thought you were gone again forever.

Teresa Lisbon: Why are you being so stubborn? The F.B.I. is offering you a get out of jail free card.
Patrick Jane: Well, you make that sound like a good thing.
Teresa Lisbon: Isn't it?
Patrick Jane: Not on their terms. If I can't live on my terms, I'm in prison anyway. Might as well just stay in this cozy little detention suite.

Teresa Lisbon: How you holding up?
Patrick Jane: Ah... You know what incarceration's like.
Teresa Lisbon: Not really.
Patrick Jane: Well, there's no need to pretend, Lisbon. We're both in the same predicament.
Teresa Lisbon: How is that? I have a home and a respected career. You're locked up for murder.
Patrick Jane: Eh, you're splitting hairs. We're both trapped.

Patrick Jane: Okay, you're right. I... I'm sorry, Lisbon. I didn't think about you.
Teresa Lisbon: Well, you rarely do.
Patrick Jane: Well, that's not true. I made you one of my demands. I... I'm not joining the FBI unless they make you a job offer.
Teresa Lisbon: That's my point. What makes you think I want to work with you again? You are difficult and exhausting, and maybe I don't want to put the rest of my life on hold to be your sidekick. Have you ever even thought about that?
Patrick Jane: No. No. I hadn't considered it.
Teresa Lisbon: You think you know what's good for my life, but you haven't been a part of my life for two years. So let's get this case wrapped up so I can go home.

Patrick Jane: [Lisbon visits him in detention] Visitor. Splendid. Not a willing one, based on the posture.
[with a sarcastic smile, Lisbon straightens her posture]
Patrick Jane: That's a little better.

Teresa Lisbon: Do you still think Abel killed Cleo?
Patrick Jane: Oh, I know he did. Guy's a hothead. Those swollen biceps and neck tattoos; the mere hint of an affair would set that guy off.
Kim Fischer: Why was her psychic here the night Abel disappeared? If Defiance was out with her friends all, there was no was reason for him to be at the loft.
Teresa Lisbon: Cleo Ascencio. It's such a theatrical name. You think it's real?
Kimball Cho: It is. We ran his fingerprints.
Teresa Lisbon: Let me guess. Clean record?
Kimball Cho: Spotless.
Patrick Jane: What are you suggesting, Lisbon?
Teresa Lisbon: Ascencio, it... it sounds Cuban. There's a scam that they do in Cuba. Brokers charge large sums of money to surgically modify fingerprints. They swap the right fingertips and the left, it fools immigration every time.
Kim Fischer: How do you know that?
Teresa Lisbon: I'm a police chief. With a lot of reading time on my hands.

Kim Fischer: [meeting a hostile neighbor of the victim's] Nice guy.
Teresa Lisbon: His name is Nguyen Hei. He's a Vietnamese refugee. He used to run a noddle shop, now he owns the building. He was home the evening of the disappearance but he didn't hear or see anything.
Kim Fischer: How do you know that?
Teresa Lisbon: I read the case files.
Patrick Jane: I thought you weren't interested in the case.
Teresa Lisbon: It was a long plane ride.

Dennis Abbott: Jane, where did you get this from?
Patrick Jane: Oh, a thumb drive Gale Bertram was hiding.
Dennis Abbott: This is the first I'm hearing about it.
Patrick Jane: It's the first I've talked of it.
Dennis Abbott: These are all the numbers of the Blake Association.
Patrick Jane: Correct. I figured Bertram was keeping it as insurance.
Dennis Abbott: Well, we've arrested or retired all of these people.
Patrick Jane: Yes, you have. Except the ones that I've blacked out. Those ones you haven't caught.
Dennis Abbott: We got 'em all.
Patrick Jane: Did you? Well, I guess Bertram was wrong, then.
Dennis Abbott: Give me the names.
Patrick Jane: A couple of judges, a Congressman, several FBI agents.
Dennis Abbott: Names.
Patrick Jane: Big names, some of them. If that list ever got out to the press, it'd cause all kinds of turmoil, wouldn't it?
Dennis Abbott: Are you threatening me?
Patrick Jane: Oh, no. Just pointing out that we both have the power to create misery.
Dennis Abbott: Okay. You give me the names and we'll agree to all of your terms on the contract.
Patrick Jane: If I give you the names, you'll break the contract. You've already done it once.
Dennis Abbott: What do you propose?
Patrick Jane: I propose that you surrender to my terms and when I'm finished with your contract, and only then, I will give you the names.

Kim Fischer: Congratulations. You got one over on me. It's a nice stunt. You feel better now?
Patrick Jane: Mm. No. You woke me up.
Kim Fischer: Yeah, I don't get you. You hunted down and killed your enemy. Why are you making new ones?
Patrick Jane: Eh, you're right. Running away was a mistake. I'm ready to discuss the job offer now.
Kim Fischer: There is no offer. Not anymore.
Patrick Jane: Nonsense. Let's talk.
Kim Fischer: I am taking you back to Texas. And next week, you'll be indicted for the murder of Thomas McAllister, among other charges.

Patrick Jane: Your cats find the body yet?
Kim Fischer: What body?
Patrick Jane: The body hidden on the roof of Abel Schneiderman's building.
Kim Fischer: You saw it?
Patrick Jane: No, but there's a large pile of soil just by the garden. And winter is almost upon us, so what is that soil doing there? That's a rhetorical question. The soil is there to make room for Cleo, Mrs. Schneiderman's psychic. He went missing the same time as her husband.
Kim Fischer: What are you talking about?
Patrick Jane: Abel found out his wife was sleeping with her psychic, so he killed him in the bedroom. Abel doesn't own a car, so he cut up the body into pieces and buried them in the garden. Your kidnap victim isn't kidnapped; he's a killer and he's on the run.
Kim Fischer: You're good.
Patrick Jane: Thank you.
Kim Fischer: A good liar.