Lisbon: You heard her. You gave her hope.
Jane: I didn't give her hope. I sold her hope.
Lisbon: I think hope is worth it at any price.
Jane: What, are you running for office now?
Lisbon: Okay, you know what? (chuckles) Uh, you're a wicked charlatan and you're going to hell then.
Jane: That's more like it. I'll save you a seat by the fire.