Good luck Teresa. Love you.

Tea? It's like a hug in a cup.

Lisbon: Jane, I need you.
Jane: It's nice to be needed. Anything for you Lisbon.

You look beautiful, like a princess. An angry little princess. Someone stole your tiara.

She does the detecting and I do the insulting.

Patrick: You don't like the way I drive, you despise it.
Teresa: You drive way too fast.
Patrick: I drive just fast enough. You hate not being the one in control and yet you're willing to overcome your irrational fears to cheer me up. That's a beautiful thing, Lisbon. Thank you, I'd love to drive.
Teresa: Never mind.

This man's dead. I'm all but certain of it.

I have no questions. You're an evil, sexually perverted sociopath with pathetic delusions of grandeur. The rest is just details.

But I'm not po po - I am a po po consultant.

Lisbon: You killed her husband.
Jane: Well there you go. The ice is broken. We have something to talk about.

Bad news. You're under arrest you loony bitch.

The idea of letting anyone close to me is terrifying for obvious reasons but the truth Teresa is that I can't imagine waking up knowing that I won't see you. The truth is I love you.