The Mentalist

Teresa Lisbon:
This is another fine pickle you've gotten yourself in, huh?

Patrick Jane:
Eh, I've seen worse, pickle-wise.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yes, you have... How's the ankle?

Patrick Jane:
Oh, it's fine... You didn't go to D.C.

Teresa Lisbon:
No. Did you mean what you said?

Patrick Jane:
Yes, I did.

Teresa Lisbon:
Good.

Patrick Jane:
Just to be clear, we're talking about pickles, right?

Teresa Lisbon:
No. No. The other thing.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, that.

Teresa Lisbon:
This is no joking matter.

Patrick Jane:
Yes, I meant what I said, every word of it.

Teresa Lisbon:
Good. Because I feel the same way.

Patrick Jane:
[smiles] Well, that's lucky. What about Pike?

Teresa Lisbon:
He'll understand. Say it again.

Patrick Jane:
Say what again?

Teresa Lisbon:
[arches brow meaningfully]

Patrick Jane:
[he leans across the table and kisses Teresa]

TSA Agent:
[knocks on window] Hey, quit that!