Ghost Whisperer

(Andrea talking to Jim at the Market) Andrea: Hey! You're supposed to pay for those. Jim: (Jim watching Ellis) Keeping track. Andrea: All right, what's up with you and Ellis? Jim: What about me and Ellis? Andrea: You haven't spoken two words to the guy. Jim: It's nothing. Andrea: Does it bother you that him and your mom... Jim: Hey hey hey! Do we have to put a name on it, huh? Andrea: I don't get it, he seems like a perfectly nice guy. Jim: So how come he's checking up on that blonde who is clearly not my mother? Andrea: Because, Jim, that blonde is a nordic goddess with huge... pastries. A Priest would be forgiven for glancing. Jim: It's not a glance, it's a leer. Come on. I don't know, it's just something doesn't feel right. Andrea: Has your mom dated anybody since your dad past away? Jim: Not that I know of. Andrea: (Andrea begins to leave) Say no more.

Faith Clancy: (to Melinda) Let's hope he gives Ellis a few crumbs at least.

Melinda: What are you doing? Jim: I'm coming with you. Melinda: We can't both leave in the middle of the night, it'll look weird.

Jim: Just when I think I can't love you more, you prove me wrong.

Mr. Jensen: I lost too...talk about having the rug pulled out from under you.

Jim: I've been kind of a jerk when it came to Ellis. Faith: Kind of?

Kirk: Nothing like doing some hard time in the Grandview jail to turn a guy around.

Kirk: I get why she lied to my old man, but why did she lie to me?

Kirk: Do you know what it's about? Melinda: It's about a young man who doesn't know how to tell his father that he's gay.

Melinda: I can't believe you tried to put the bags in separate rooms?

Melinda: She's a little impulsive. Andrea: That's great, I love impulsive.

Ellis: We all have our wounds, kid. Jim: Not as big as the ones I'd like to inflict on myself right now.

Dr. Huffman: You seem a little surprised... Melinda: No, no, I'm sorry. It's just you sounded... older on the phone.

Jim: (to Melinda) Oh, he messed with your stations. We should prosecute. Let's go back.

Melinda: I don't think that waiter got your sense of humor... Jim: I think that's because he was looking at you so much.

Christine: He's my... boyfriend is ridiculous isn't it... he's my special friend.

Kirk: Why are you even involved with this? Melinda: Because it was my car you chose to steal, and maybe that was no accident.

Faith Clancy: Are you ok? You look worried. Melinda: Yeah. I guess I'm always worried about something.

Miles Jackson: Are you a social worker or something? Melinda: I get that a lot. Not really, no.

Jim: Do you ever think there will be a day where you can say, "you know, sorry, I can't help you, you're not good for me, you're making me sick, you're making me cry"? Do you think that day will ever come? Melinda: I don't know.

Jim: You get a headache. My mother arrives. Interesting.

Jim: Normal guy...how come I can hear them? (hears the voices on the car radio) Melinda: I don't know. There's a name for this.

Jim: I need to wake up and be sixteen and get over being an adult.

Jim: (referring to his mother) She likes to think she's low maintenance. Melinda: Don't we all.