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?

Van Pelt: I hate clowns.
Lisbon: Get in line.

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.

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

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.

Knowing isn't proving.

Nobody gets away with killing a cop, judge, or a DA.

Jane: No need to be nervous.
Lisbon: I am not nervous.
Jane: You are an extemporarily agent - no reason for butterflies.
Lisbon: No butterflies I am fine.
Jane: Keep telling yourself that.

You know what made me feel better? Punching you in the nose.

Lisbon: Don't you have anyone you would want to call?
Jane: If I were dying, I would want to call you, but you're here with me.
Lisbon: If you were dying?!

It's my last dying wish you tell them that.

Jane: Cheer up -
Lisbon: Why?
Jane: Because it's better to be happy than to be sad.

The Mentalist Quotes

What, justice isn't our problem?

Jane

Jane: You're like a Sharpei puppy who's rolled onto his back. You have to rub it's belly.
LaRoche: You're mocking me.
Jane: No, I'd be happy to rub your belly.