Jane: I was hoping to dazzle you all with my uncanny detective skills, but you forced me, you forced me to reveal the humdrum facts and point out that you have blood on your shoes, Heather.
Lisbon: Can you step out of your shoes ma'am?
Jane: Stop the presses! That's the phrase right, stop the presses? Always wanted to say that.

I have a question - what are they doing in there with those gizmos?

Lisbon: You are a very bad girl.
Jane: You're a bad girl.

Excuse me, I'm sorry, uhh the eye is the key or the window or both? I'm confused.

Brett: Ya know, now I see why Red John really loves sparring for you. A worthy advisory.
Jane: Yes, straight for the jugular.
Lisbon: Obviously he struck a nerve.
Brett: Losing a wife and child like that makes a man reckless. Untethers him. Fills him with anger and shame that he cannot express. Well it must make your job very hard, hmm?
Lisbon: Yes, but the health plan is great.

Oh Lizzie you are bat nuts crazy - bat nuts!

That's what's called cutting off your nose to spite your face.

Jane: Did the killer take the finger?
Cho: Looks that way.

(Looks at all the clowns) At least they are all crying on the inside.

What's going on with you? Couldn't sit down, can't stay still. Guilty conscious?

Jane: Enough Mr. Tolman. Tell me the truth or I will pop ya.
Annika: Don't even think about it.
Jane: It's soft. It's just a hand. Just a hand.
Tolman: Annika, put the gun down.
Lisbon: Why do you have an armed body guard, Mr. Bundte?

Grace Van Pelt: Mr. Jane, I have a question regarding your previous career path.
Patrick Jane: Fire away.
Grace Van Pelt: When you met with other psychics, real psychics, could they tell you were just pretending?
Patrick Jane: There's no such thing as real psychics.

The Mentalist Quotes

Lisbon: How are the kids?
Rigsby: Sticky mostly.

Jane: You look marginally rested.
Lisbon: I was hoping to actually get to REM sleep tonight.