The Mentalist

Kimball Cho:
[over the phone] Hey boss; we're about 5 minutes from your location.

Teresa Lisbon:
Look, Cho; Jane and I have been exposed to the virus and it looks like we might die soon.

Kimball Cho:
...Okay.

Teresa Lisbon:
I just wanted to thank you and Rigsby and Van Pelt. It has been an honor working with you. I need you to call my brother Tommy. His number is in my desk diary, it's under Town & Country Electrical. Tell him that I love him and that I forgive him for whatever. And he needs to make peace with his brothers; it's my last dying wish, you tell him that.

Kimball Cho:
Will do. [hangs up]

Patrick Jane:
Oh, I actually wanted to talk to him too.

Teresa Lisbon:
Sorry.

Patrick Jane:
It was a fine farewell; I feared you'd become tearful and incoherent, but no. Strong. Noble. Bravo.

Teresa Lisbon:
Ha-ha... don't you have anyone you wanna call besides Cho and Rigsby?

Patrick Jane:
No; if I were dying, I'd want to call you, but you're already here, so there's no need.

Teresa Lisbon:
Me? What would you say?

Patrick Jane:
Meh.

Teresa Lisbon:
Wha-wait a minute. If? If I was dying?

Patrick Jane:
Yeah, you're not really dying, I took a label and put it on an empty flask and then convinced poor Lilith Nash to run away, which I thought was very...

Teresa Lisbon:
You son of a b*tch!