(Talking about Sam Starks)
Jane: Tough girl. Scared, though. Terrified, even.
Lisbon: Of what?
Jane: Ah, there's the rub. Of what is she so scared?
Lisbon: And the answer is...
Jane: Well, it's a rhetorical question. I have no idea. Well, I do have an idea, but I'm not gonna tell you, because that would be premature.
Lisbon: And I am not going to amuse you by demanding to know, so there.
Jane: So we're both happy.