Lie To Me

Cal: Messler tells me you fired your gun the same time as the guy moved. Reynolds: I didn't have a choice. A second later he'd have hit the detonator. Cal: How'd you know? Reynolds: Just the look on his face, I guess. Cal We really are going to have to find you an office around here.

Messler: I'm turning him over to the CIA. They'll do what it takes to get him to talk. Lightman: Do you know what they call a place that breaks the law every time there's an emergency? Dictatorship.

Reynolds: And how the hell are we supposed to match a voice with a name? Lightman: Well, Foster never forgets a voice. Foster: Some of us are better at listening than others. Lightman: Thank you.

Emily: You know my mom's been spending all this time with dad. I mean, they think I don't know. It's like they don't even remember how bad it was. Gillian: They'll have to figure it out for themselves. Maybe it will be different. (she looks down) Emily: You don't believe that.

Emily: (about the bombings) It's so crazy. I mean, I heard 40 people are dead already and a bunch of them are my age. Gillian: Yeah, it is. But everything's going to be fine. Emily: You know, adults always say that, but I mean, it's not fine. Gillian: You know what... you're right. But not every day is going to be like this.

(Ria has just found out her boyfriend was injured in a bombing) Ria: Oh, wait... I see, I see, okay. It wasn't you, was it? Lightman decided not to tell me. Gillian: Everything possible was being done to find Dupree, and Cal relies on you, Ria. Ria: I don't believe this, I really don't. Lightman plays God and you make excuses for him. You leave me the hell alone.

Loker: I'm moving to Israel. If I'm going to live somewhere where I can get blown up in a bus or in a mall at any time, I want beaches and women who speak their minds. Reynolds: You don't have much of a filter, do you? Torres: He calls it radical honesty. It grows on you.

Cal: (to Ria) This isn't about you. It's not about me. You think I wanted to lie to you about your boyfriend? Do you? You have a talent. But it comes with sacrifice. Believe me. And it's time for you to realize that that talent it doesn't belong to just you anymore.

Ria: (to Cal) See, what you do, lying all the time, deciding who gets to know what... It doesn't matter with Loker, 'cause he worships you, or Foster, who indulges you, but not me. Not anymore.