Lisbon: I tried calling. I tried calling you hundreds of times, begging you to talk to me, begging you to get help. Not a reply. Not a word. Not a text.
Lisbon: You know what? I have not been sleeping. I've been-- forget it. Never mind. You know, you're a jerk. (pause) And your plan? It's stupid. It's not even a plan.
Jane: But you will help me?
Lisbon: What am I supposed to say, no? God, you're despicable.