Psych2006

Shawn Spencer:
I got the information because... I'm psychic.

Carlton Lassiter:
Get him out of here!

Shawn Spencer:
Oh boy! [leans against the door, looks at the desk sergeant] Your grandmother would be so proud.

Desk Sergeant:
You spoke to her?

Shawn Spencer:
I did. She's safe, comfortable. She wants you to stop spending all your money on those charlatans.

Desk Sergeant:
The palm readers?

Shawn Spencer:
The palm readers.

Lucinda:
Okay, just to be clear, um, you're claiming to be a psychic, Mr. Spencer.

Shawn Spencer:
[moves his hands around until one is pointing at Lassiter and the other at Lucinda] How else would I know that you two are sleeping together? 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1... [turns to Officer McNab] When's the wedding?

McNab:
May 3rd - wait, how'd you know?

Shawn Spencer:
I'm getting dance lessons for a wedding reception and you are getting good!

McNab:
Wow! That's amazing.

Carlton Lassiter:
Oh, come on! Who's buying this? [McNab, the desk sergeant, and a guy in a holding cell all raise their hands]