Rigsby: Jane, I need to ask you a favor. I need you to, uh...I need you to find out from Van Pelt about this guy she's dating. You know, what's the score? Jane: The score? Rigsby: Is it serious? Are they, uh, you know? Jane: Ask her yourself. Rigsby: Yeah, right. No. Come on. You know the situation. It's against the rules, relationships between coworkers. Jane: What are you, a man or a mouse? Rigsby: A man, obviously. Jane: Could've fooled me. Rigsby: If it's that guy from payroll, I will kill him. Jane: Well, that would be a strong, romantic statement. Women like a man that would kill for them. Hey, Van Pelt! Rigsby: Don't!
Jane: Grace, personal question. Rigsby and I were wondering, uh...who is this man you were kissing by the coffee cart? Van Pelt: That's...that's none of your business. Jane: Not from payroll? Van Pelt: Payroll? No, he doesn't even work here. It's none of your business. Jane: Well, thank heavens for that, at least. No killing needed. Rigsby: Don't be so sure. Jane: You'll see. Honesty's best. Rigsby: Yeah, honestly, I'd like to kick your butt right now.