PICSPAM!
I've decided to make a 'celebratory' Lie to Me picspam, so here we go! This is my first fandom related picspam ever. Nothing special, just the moments I liked in the ep.
There is a lot of Gillian pic, 'cos she's gorgeous and I love her. So bear with me, I've tried my best not to put all the caps of her here.
Anyway, hope you'll enjoy it! :)
Helen: This must feel like slumming to you, speaking at my lowly graduate seminar.
Cal: Well, someone's got to set your students straight about my work.
Helen: Just pointig up the flaws.
Cal: And you're doing a fine job.
Gillian: Have you two always been like this?
Cal: No, we're far more civil now.
Gillian: I'd like to have seen Lightman at Oxford.
Helen: Yes. Back when he was a real student of psychology.
Martin: ...you're looking for things to prove deception so you find them.
Martin: What about stakes? I read your book Dr. Lightman. Without stakes it's hard to spot a lie. There's no fear of being caught.
Cal: All right. 100 bucks says I can read you like a book
Helen: A bad day for Lightman way.
Cal: Did you put him up to this?
Helen: How could I do that? I mean, your technique is foolproof, right?
Cal: Yeah. Here's the problem. Martin Walker is a psychopath, probably a killer. Just thought you should know.
Gillian: Just say it.
Cal: I haven't got a clue what you're on about.
Gillian: Ok, fine. I'll say it for you.
Gillian: You're mad I didn't back you up. But Cal, I didn't see what you saw. Beating you a couple of times doesn't make him a psychopath.
Cal: Once. He only beat me once. Second time I let him win, because I wanted to see how much he got off on humiliating me.
Cal: No time for ethics on this one.
Gillian: Cal, you're crossing that line.
Cal: Helen's already crossed it. One should not shag one's students, especially not the psychopathic ones.
Cal: Hello Martin.
Martin: You knew I was coming.
Cal: Yeah, that's what predators do.
Cal: I must admit you had me going there, just for a minute.
...
Cal: Patience... I find is overrated.
Martin: I noticed. You like to push, to make things happen.
Martin: You're gonna lose this game.
Cal: I's not a game, Martin.
Martin: Sure it is. You love it just as much as I do.
...
Martin: Good chess players think 5 moves ahead.
Cal: Great chess players think one move ahead, but it's always the right move.
Helen: When did you become such a fascist?
Cal: Pentagon, 2003, among other places.
Cal: All right, and if I'm right, you could be putting these women in danger.
Helen: And if you're wrong...
Cal: I'll recycle.
Gillian: One thing about Cal is he's-
Helen: -insufferable.
Gillian: No. Well yes... sometimes.
Helen: He is not someone for the long haul.
Gillian: Oh, no, no! We're not a-
Helen: Just keep your distance... or you could find yourself a very lonely woman.
Gillian: I think you and Helen have a lot of unresolved issues. I think you two were a couple when you were her student, and I don't think you like your replacement.
Cal: You know, you're starting to sound a lot like Helen. I mean that in the nicest possible way.
Gillian: When I'm sure you're right about Martin I will back you 100%.
Gillian: Mrs. Walker lied about Martin's happy childhood.
Cal: You seeing a pattern then?
Ria: What do you want?
Martin: To make a point.
Ria: And what point would that be?
Martin: If Lightman was right about me, you'd be already dead.
Martin: Like hell!
Cal: I think we're done here, aren't we, Martin?
Martin: If you say so.
Martin: I told you, Lightman. I'm always 5 moves ahead.
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Martin: You ready to die... again?
Cal: Did you push your sister in the pool?
Martin: No. She fell.
Cal: You didn't help her though, did you? You just watched her drown.
Martin: Yes.
Cal: Why?
Martin: I wanted her bike.
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Martin: There aren't any bodies, Lightman.
Cal: When they rolled up, you looked... you looked towards the trees. That's where your secret is, right? Right? You owe me 200 bucks! You bastard!
Ria: In vino veritas?
Loker: That's the only truth I'm gonna get apparently.
Cal: Hey! So they dug up 4 bodies.
Gillian: I didn't see it, Cal. I- I mean, not at first anyway. I could have saved you some grief.
Cal: That's ok. Take it out of your wages.
Cal: Fancy a quick bite?
Gillian: Uhm, thanks. I've got... work.
Cal: Ok, another time then.
Gillian: Yeah, another time. I'm glad you're ok.
Cal: Night, then.
Gillian: Night.
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