Prentiss: All of these killings… the work of just one man?
Gideon: Most prolific serial killer ever.
Prentiss: These wind chimes are made of bone. I think it's human rib bones.
Prentiss: [watching Morgan dance between two women] Hey, Morgan, be careful. The one in the back could steal your wallet!
Morgan: That's all right; I'll be a broke, happy man!
Hotchner: [construction work in the background] What's that?
JJ: [with mouth full] One of the detectives' wives made us cookies.
Emily: Wow, homemade cookies!?
JJ: Yeah I guess that's what they mean by 'southern hospitality'.
Reid: What are you saying?
Emily: 'Southern Hospitality'.
Reid: [runs over to window and shuts it] How can anyone hear with all this work going on?!
Garcia: What was the thing that Jack the Ripper took from one of his victims, besides, well, you know, her life?
Emily: Oh, uh...
Garcia: Mmm. Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Emily: ......... I don't know.
Garcia: A kidney. How horrifingly fantastic is that?
Emily: Mmhmm, and are you going anywhere with this?
Garcia: Just that I found an unsolved murder that happened four months ago in Galveston, Texas, with the same MO - the victim missing that very organ. I amaze myself.
Emily: Yeah, me too. Great work.
Prentiss: All those people, no booze or music. That's either a very lame going away party, or an EDF meeting.
Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss: How are you enjoying your assignment to the BAU?
Prentiss: Well, enjoying is an odd description.
Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss: Is it?
Prentiss: We deal with some pretty horrible things.
Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss: I thought that was where you wanted to be.
Prentiss: It is.
Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss: Then you do enjoy it.
Prentiss: [in a bar, acting very excited] Ladies, this is Brad – a real FBI agent!
JJ: Really? No way!
Garcia: That's exciting! What's it like at Quan-ti-co?
JJ: Must be tough keeping all those secrets.
Brad: It’s a skill, like anything else. Carpenters are good at building stuff, measuring. The FBI’s good at keeping secrets and kicking criminal ass.
Prentiss: Can we see it?
Brad: See what?
Prentiss: Your badge.
Brad: I'm sorry, that's classified.
Prentiss: [she holds up her badge] Tell me Brad, does it look anything like this?
JJ: [hold up hers] Or this?
Garcia: [holds up hers] Or maybe, this?
[Brad hurries away]
Morgan: [to Mona, a homeless woman] Be careful, you hear me? This world needs all of its beautiful ladies, and that means you, too, momma.
[Mona smiles and walks away]
Emily: You’re a good guy.
Morgan: Ya think?
Emily: Yeah, you make the people around you feel good.
Prentiss: (about Nathan Tubbs) I'll sleep when he confesses.
JJ: We all will.
Reid: It hit me when Morgan freaked out when we were stuck in the elevator.
Prentiss: You got stuck in an elevator?
Morgan: I freaked?
Reid: That’s not important.
Prentiss: These guys are killing the Cleavers.
Hotch: The pattern?
Reid: No, the Cleavers. Of all the names for a 1950s idyllic TV family. I mean it’s rife with violent implication. Kind of makes you wonder how the writers really felt about suburbia, huh?
Hotch: Focus, please!
Emily: (teasing Reid about coloring in a map) You know I could have gotten you a coloring book at the airport.
Reid: I'm creating a topagraphical map weighing down and geocoding all key locations looking for algarithoms.
Emily: (nods, confused) Yeah, thats exactly what I thought you were doing.
Emily: Hey, whats going on with you and Morgan?
Garcia: I told him about this guy I met at the coffee shop...
Emily: Oh, say no more.
[Emily hangs up the phone and walks over to Morgan who has been eavesdropping behind her]
Emily: When a woman tells a man about her feelings, she doesn't want him to fix her, she wants him to shutup and listen.
Kevin: Agent Rossi we need to talk....about Penelope......man-to-man.
Morgan: What about Penelope?
JJ: [in a sing-song voice] Garcia and Kevin sitting in a tree... [walks away]
Morgan: Get out of here... you serious? [walks away]
Prentiss: Just when I thought that nothing scandalous was ever going to happen around here.
Reid: What? What does that mean?
Prentiss: Didn't you hear JJ?
Reid: The song meant something? No. No, I missed it.
Prentiss: It... it... it... You know what? Never mind.
Prentiss: Is there any possibility that, while we've been talking, you've been multitasking?
Garcia: What? Find Redding's address?
Prentiss: I love you, Penelope Garcia.
Garcia: Get in line!
Garcia: (drinking coffee) The kid's tech savvy, sir. But fret not. I am tech savvier. Is that a word? That sounds like a word. If it is a word, I'm it.
Prentiss: D.C. time, Garcia.
Garcia: 11:17 a.m.
Prentiss: D.C. Decaf.