Psych / White Collar

Insanity

Neal was aghast. "You're not seriously going along with that grifter."

"Do I detect a note of jealousy?" Agent Burke asked.

"Jealous? Of that adolescent goofball? No. I just think you're insane for listening to his half-baked theory."

"Don't be so closed-minded, Neal. It's not impossible the murder was committed to an elephant-trainer with a sweet-tooth for pineapple. Stranger things have happened."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"It is interesting to work with a consultant who isn't a convicted felon."

"He may not be convicted yet, but the way he's working that police precinct has got to be a crime."

Warden

Lassiter was still looking star-struck when he mused, "Do you think we could get one?"

"A criminal consultant?" Chief Vick asked. "I don't think so."

"The ankle-bracelet. I'd be a lot happier about working with outside consultants if we could keep them on a leash."

"An ankle-bracelet for Shawn?"

"Yeah. Maybe one with an electric shock setting for when he gets out of line."

"No, Detective. You are not going to shock our consultants whenever they displease you. Get back to work."

Though if they invented an anklet with a setting for focus, that would be different, Vick added silently.

Respect

"He's a federal agent, Juliet. Stay out of his way."

"Thank you." Neal nodded to Lassiter. "The respect is very much appreciated. Not something I get a lot of in New York."

"Are you kidding? You closed fifty-seven cases in three years. That's the stuff of legends. I mean, I closed fifty-nine cases over that same period…"

"Fifty-nine? That's impressive. You must do very good work, Detective Lassiter."

"Excuse me?" Juliet interrupted, "I hate to break up the love-fest, but could we focus on the current case? Aren't you supposed to be analyzing these artworks?"

"Already done. They're all fakes."

Adore

"Why is everyone so obsessed with this guy, anyway? I'm the one who came up with a theory first."

"Let's see, he's smart, good-looking, well-dressed, rich…"

"He's not rich—he's a prisoner!"

"You don't have to have money to be rich. I mean, he obviously has an appreciation for the finer things. Art, wine, fashion. I bet he even subscribes to Safecracker Magazine."

"He does not subscribe to Safecracker Magazine."

"You're right. He probably doesn't need it. I wonder if I can get him to show me a few tips."

"Oh my god. You have a man-crush on him. Betrayer!"

Father

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?"

"Calm down, Shawn."

"Why is he here? And why are you half-naked?"

Henry set down his paintbrush. "I'm not half-naked. It's called an undershirt. It allows for comfort and flexibility."

Neal did not look up from his painting as he added, "I needed an out of the way place to work. The Chief suggested here."

"That still doesn't explain what you're doing, Dad."

"You know I've been trying to get in touch with my artistic side. I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to learn from a real professional artist."

"He's not an artist! He's a forger!"