Teresa: Does it squirt water?
Patrick: No. It's no trick. Maybe just a little trick to catch the killer.
Teresa: With a hydrangea?
Patrick: Yeah.
Teresa: How?
Patrick: Well wouldn't that be spoiling the fun?
Teresa: For you. Spoiling the fun for you.
Patrick: That's the fun that matters.
•Teresa: So what did you do? Honestly.
Patrick: He had a gun.
Teresa: No. I mean how did you raise the bail money.
Patrick: Oh. That. Murder for hire. Killed a snitch. Stabbed him in the kidneys.
Teresa: You did not.
Patrick: I did not. I won it at a card game, but I had you for a moment.
•Teresa: How'd you do it? Get Bertram to come around?
Patrick: Oh it wasn't so hard. A rational discussion between two reasonable men.
Teresa: [smiles knowingly] Rational discussion. I bet.
Patrick: Mhmm. But, by all means, go ahead.
Teresa: Excuse me?
Patrick: Say it. I won't get embarrassed.
Teresa: Say what? Oh! You mean say thank you?
Patrick: Oh! You're welcome. Was it so hard?
Teresa: The thing is, not dealing with you every day has been very restful for me. My back pain is gone. I sleep really well. I'm not so sure I'm grateful to be back.
Patrick: You're a terrible liar. Good, honest people are always bad liars.
Teresa: Which makes you what?
•Patrick: Disappointing, Lisbon. I thought you might push back a little. The guy called me a circus act.
Teresa: Hey, the man is grieving. You push back.
Patrick: Okay, I will.
Lisbon: [stops him by placing her hand on his chest] Don't you dare.
Patrick: You said that I could.
Lisbon: I take it back.
•T: Hey.
P: All good?
T: Yeah. Doc seemed like a changed man.
P: He's had a perspective few of us ever get. It's energizing, I'd expect.
T: Would you want that? To hear what people say about you when you're dead?
P: When I am dead they can burn me in effigy or build a statue or forget about me completely. I couldn't care less.
T: You don't mean that. Everybody wants to be remembered.
P: Childish vanity.
T: I want to be remembered.
P: And you shall be; fondly, but you won't care about it because when you're dead you're dead, and until then, [a waiter sets down a hot fudge sundae between them] there's ice cream.
T: So good.
•T: Jane? How are you feeling?
P: Excellent, I think.
T: It's good to see you breathing.
P: It's good to see you period.
T: We are doing everything we can to find your attacker. You didn't happen to see a face, did you?
P: No... Not that I can remember.
T: What's the last thing you do remember?
P: [He makes her come closer.]Are we sleeping together?
T: Excuse me?! [backs off quickly.]
P: Well, you're a cop, that's obvious. But you're not judging me like a suspect, and I can't see any other reason for a police officer to come to my bed side [laughs], unless we're sleeping together.
T: You don't ... know who I am.
P: Please don't take it personnaly, I'm sure you're quite memorable. I just... I've been through a lot, apparently.
T: No. We are not sleeping together.
P: We're working toward it, right? So I haven't missed anything. [She looks lost.] So, what's your name?
T: [smiles] Are you putting me on?
P: I wish I was.
T: I'm Teresa Lisbon, I'm with the CBI. I'm a homicide detective. You're my consultant.
P: I catch bad guys, well that sounds like fun! I always wanted to put my psychic gifts against criminals.
T: You're not... a psychic.
