Lisbon: Hey, Jane? Could I trouble you for a professional opinion?
Jane: (sniffing the body of the victim.) No.
Lisbon: No what?
Jane: This isn't the actual Santa Claus.
Lisbon: Oh, really?
Jane: Some say he doesn't exist, period. That he's a 19th century marketing gimmick. I venture no opinion on that, but this definitely isn't him. This is an impostor.
Lisbon: And how can you tell?
Jane: Santa would smell like reindeer and chimneys. This man smells like cheap whiskey.