Lisbon: I have to say, I am impressed. You outplayed the F.B.I.
Jane: No contest. Did they tell you when I start work?
Lisbon: When we start.
Jane: We? What about your job?
Lisbon: Nah. It was boring.
Jane: Yeah, I told you.
Lisbon: Yeah. But you had no right to. It's my life, and I'll decide what to do with it.
Jane: And you decided correctly.
Lisbon: There was never any choice.
Jane: Oh, come on. It'll be fun. Let's see what kind of trouble we can make.
Jane: Don't worry. I won't escape.
Fischer: Oh, I'm not worried. If you walk away this time--
Jane: I know. I'll end up spending the rest of my life in prison.
Fischer: No. I'll shoot you.
Lisbon: Why are you being so stubborn? The F.B.I. is offering you a get out of jail free card.
Jane: Well, you make that sound like a good thing.
Lisbon: Isn't it?
Jane: Not on their terms. If I can't live on my terms, I'm in prison anyway. Might as well just stay in this cozy little detention suite.
Lisbon: How you holding up?
Jane: Ah... You know what incarceration's like.
Lisbon: Not really.
Jane: Well, there's no need to pretend, Lisbon. We're both in the same predicament.
Lisbon: How is that? I have a home and a respected career. You're locked up for murder.
Jane: Eh, you're splitting hairs. We're both trapped.