The Mentalist

Lydia Faulk:
Where are you going with this?

Patrick Jane:
I'm trying to tell my story, if you'll just let me.

Lydia Faulk:
You haven't even started it.

Patrick Jane:
[about the Jury] Well, they seem engaged. All of them except this gentlemen here, who's preoccupied by his new jacket. That's a little vain and childish, don't you think? This is serious business. Pay attention.

Euro Man:
[Embarrassed] I'm sorry. I was just trying to...

Lydia Faulk:
[Cuts him off, peeved] Sir, you will not indulge him.

Patrick Jane:
Well, he's happy to indulge himself. That should definitely be on the record.

Lydia Faulk:
Mr. Jane, this is not a forum for you to chat with the jurors.

Patrick Jane:
Well, it should be.

Lydia Faulk:
Mr. Jane...

Patrick Jane:
They just seem like good, honest, friendly people, all of them except that gentleman on the end there. You know, you really should mend things with your son. All this anger, this bitterness, this resentment that you're bottling, it's ruining both your lives.

Lydia Faulk:
[Very angry] Stop now. You do not dictate the agenda here.

Patrick Jane:
Who does?

Lydia Faulk:
I do. This is my courtroom, and it runs the way I say. Is that clear?

Patrick Jane:
[Cheerily] It is now. Thank you.