Fuck Yeah Patrick Jane

desa1985:

Lisbon: Knew the whole time and kept it to yourself, eh?   
Jane: No. No. I only knew when I read the ransom demand, to be honest, but you lied to me, so fair’s fair.
Lisbon: I promise, I will never lie to you again. I lied this one time, because I’m concerned. You’re isolating yourself. You’re pulling away from us. From me and the unit. You are.
Jane: No.
Lisbon: You are. It’s not good. What’s going on?
Jane: Anybody that gets close to me, bad things happen to them.
Lisbon: A, that’s not true, and B even if it were, I’m a cop. It’s our job to be in harm’s way.
Jane: You’re not listening to me.
Lisbon: We’re family. What you’re doing is a kind of betrayal. A surrender. A defeat. You’re letting Red John win.
Jane: Oh, please. Please. Really? Okay. Enough. All right. No—no more pulling away. All right? Here, give me a hug.
Lisbon: You don’t mean it. I can tell.
Jane: What do you mean you can tell? You can’t tell. I don’t mean it, but you can’t tell that I don’t. You’re guessing.
Lisbon: Yes, I can tell.
Jane: How?
Lisbon: I don’t know. I can tell when you’re lying now.
Jane: No, you can’t tell.
Lisbon: I-I can, too.
Jane: That’s nonsense. You’re lying. Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Lisbon: I’m not lying.
Jane: You are.
—> The Mentalist, 3x01 - Red Sky at Night