There’s a town on the coast of the path of Father Serra. Wealthy white guys in boats called the “U.S. Riviera”. With a dark, dirty secret that’s soon to be unfurled. It’s the murder capital of the world. And this town needs a man who can stop this reign of terror; catching bad guys like flies (when he’s given room for error). A man who sees clues almost if they were alighting. Gets accused to confess ‘cause his hair is so exciting! And though his attire is informal, his skills are paranormal! A cop I am not; I’m just good at observation. But with short cuts (and cons) and the proper presentation they believe that I can raise a finger to my head; see the past, read a mind and can mingle with the dead.
In between the lines there’s a lot of obscurity. What is this show? A cop procedural? A sitcom featuring great friends? A satire of a crime show? A rom-com? A pineapple i-spy?
If it’s all right, then you’re all wrong. If you say Psych is alright, then you're all wrong.
I know you know that I’m not telling the truth. When I say that I don’t like Lassie. It’s a lie and I know you know that it is.
Embrace the deception, learn how to bend. That’s great life advice. We should all learn how to bend… our bodies in yoga!
Your worst inhibitions tend to psych you out in the end.
C'mon son, you sang along. When you’re making up a song, the words you improvise are never wrong. Just jam as many syllables as you can before the break. You literally cannot make a mistake.
8 Reasons that Psych Was the Best Show
- The best villains.
There are only two words that are needed to explain this: Pierre Despereaux. Or three words to re-explain: Royston Cornwallis Staley. And then there was Mr. Ying and his apprentice/daughter, Yang! Or the time where Gus’ dad may have killed an old guy.

Serious BFF goals there.






























