The Mentalist -

“Jane, get up,” barked, tossing a file onto his chest. “New case. High-end art heist turned messy in Sacramento.”

“Lovely tie, Mr. Henderson,” Jane remarked, leaning in close. “Silk? Or a desperate attempt to feel sophisticated while you’re drowning in debt?” Henderson paled. “I—pardon me?” The Mentalist

“She’s at the park,” Jane whispered to Lisbon as they walked back to the car. “Wearing a blue scarf. She’s waiting for him, but she doesn't realize he’s already broken.” “Jane, get up,” barked, tossing a file onto his chest

Jane didn’t move. He just smiled, that annoying, knowing grin. “He didn't steal the painting for the money, Lisbon. He stole it because he’s in love with the woman in the frame.” ” Jane remarked