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.
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.