The Mentalist Season 2 Episode 15

Jane: What's the trouble, Eliza?

Eliza: I don't, um...I don't feel well. I should go.

Lisbon: What's the problem?

Eliza: Uh, the peppers...it didn't go down well.

Lisbon: The pepper? What's wrong with the pepper? If you don't wanna talk about it here, we can take it down to headquarters.

Jane: How long can we keep her there?

Lisbon: Forty-eight hours.

Jane: Wow, that's a strech of time.

Eliza: I have to leave. I have to leave right now.

Jane: No, that would be rude. I don't think so.

Duesterberg: What is wrong with you?

Eliza: We all...have to go to the hospital, right now.

Lisbon: What for?

Eliza: The pepper...I think it was poisoned. I-I-I saw Ludo put something into it.

Ludo: I did not. How dare you.

Jane: Maybe you're just cramping a little? Just a little--

Eliza: All right, all right. I poisoned Julia's pepper.

Lisbon: And Jeffrey's gin?

Eliza: Yes, yes! Just bring me to a hospital.

Jane: No, hospitals are terrible germ factories. You don't wanna go there.

Eliza: Are you insane!?

Jane: You're quite the ghoul, aren't you, Duesterberg? Dragging on this meaningless contest after a man has been killed.

Duesterberg: This contest, Mr. Jane, is an affirmation of life. It's a testament that appetite still exists, even in the face of death.

Jane: And you need the money.

Jane: I'm a mite peckish.

Cho: What does that mean?

Jane: It means I'm hungry.

Kevin: I can tell you why I went after the money, all right, but I'm gonna need some guarantees.

Lisbon: Oh, so we're negotiating now, are we?

Kevin: I have valuable information. I can help you solve Jeff's murder.

Lisbon: But you're not gonna tell us anything unless we cut you a deal? (Kevin nods.) We're talking about your brother here, Kevin. That's pretty low.

Lisbon: So you rob your dead brother's wife?

Kevin: She was always trying to turn Jeff against me. Said I was a bad influence or somethin'.

Lisbon: Imagine that, huh? Crazy.

Lisbon: You have five seconds to tell me what's going on.

Jane: (Takes two glasses of champagne from a tray.) First, we need a drink.

Lisbon: Is it that bad?

Jane: (takes a sip from his glass) It's lovely.

Lisbon: What are you doing?

Jane: Oh, um... trying to get the taste of salty food out of my mouth. (Points to the food in his hand.) Pot de crème. It's basically just pretentious chocolate pudding. Very nice. You want some?

Lisbon: No. We have to go and talk to the victim's wife.

Jane: Mmm. Well, maybe she'll want some. Comfort food. (Lisbon rolls her eyes.)

Lisbon: You said you had a fight with the victim. About what?

Duesterberg: Truffels.

Lisbon: Truffels?

Jane: Yes. They- they're a very pricey fungus--

Lisbon: I know what a truffel is!

Lisbon: If this guy died of natural causes, we're going home.

Jane: Why so grumpy?

Lisbon: I'm not.

Rigsby: Why are we here? We don't even know if it's a murder.

Lisbon: One of the chefs called her daddy who's a state senator, who called the A.G. who called the assistant A.G. who called me. So we're here... I hate politics.

Lisbon: (About Abigail Barge) It's okay. She's gone.

Jane: Who's gone?

Lisbon: Oh, please. Your guilty conscience is obvious and well deserved.

Jane: Meh. Justice can be a harsh mistress. Omelets and eggs, ends to means, all's well that ends well.

Lisbon: A glip answer's no excuse.

Lisbon: Where are my keys? (Jane shows Lisbon the keys in his hand.) You picked my pocket?

Jane: My turn to drive.

Lisbon: Jane!

Jane: Oh, don't be such an old lady. Get in. (Lisbon shakes her head) Your fears are groundless.

Lisbon: You're right. The car has air bags.

Jane: Dr. Steiner. Long time. New threads. Sharp.

Dr. Steiner: Yes, the move from Sacramento has been quite pleasant. Fine wine, lovely weather, no Patrick Jane. Or so I'd hope.

Jane: Cheeky.