Rossi: (to JJ, Morgan and Prentiss) Why do you care?
Prentiss: Because you do.
Morgan: What about Penelope?
Reid: I don't know.
JJ: (in sing-song) Garcia and Kevin sitting in a tree... (she walks away)
Morgan: Get outta here. Are you serious?
Prentiss: Just when I thought nothing scandalous was ever gonna happen around here. (Morgan walks away)
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.
Chester Hardwick: Is that true? That I never had a chance?
Reid: (walking out the door) I don't know... maybe.
Connie Galen: (handing the charm bracelet back to Rossi) Agent Rossi, I'd like you to have these. Is it OK if I call you sometime? Just to let you know how we're doing?
Rossi: (smiling) Anytime, kiddo, anytime.
Morgan: I can't believe people actually pay good money to play these fixed games.
JJ: Men.
Morgan: Excuse me?
JJ: It's not people. It's men.
Morgan: Is that a fact?
JJ: Only a man would waste 50 dollars trying to win back a three-dollar stuffed animal.
Rossi: Did anything come back yet on that print?
Garcia: No. No matches. Nothing on file. Sorry.
Rossi: What about my notes?
Garcia: Those I have. Do you have a PDA cause I can send them to you.
Rossi: What's a PDA?
Garcia: It's a personal digital.. never mind.
Garcia: You want to straighten out Agent Rossi?
Kevin: No. What I want is for me to be able to come up here and kiss my girlfriend. And if that means I have to talk to him, then that's what I'll do.
Garcia: Girlfriend? Kevin?
Kevin: Yes.
Garcia: If you get within 100 feet of Agent Rossi, I will unleash an unrecoverable virus on your personal computer system that will reduce your electronic world into something in between a Commodore 64 and a block of government cheese. Call me later.
Garcia: (as Kevin sneaks up behind her) What are you doing here?
Kevin: I work here too.
Garcia: Yeah, in your own office two floors down.
Kevin: I can't come over and visit?
Garcia: Are you insane?
Kevin: What's wrong?
Garcia: Haven't you forgotten last night?
Kevin: I will never forget last night.
Prentiss: (discussing Rossi) He might need our help.
Garcia: He didn't ask anyone for help.
Prentiss: Penelope, Rossi is a guy who color codes his handwritten notes in his notebooks: blue pen for evidentiary items, red pen for supposition and theory. The guy is a fussy, anal-retentive neat-freak who never leaves anything out of its place. (pointing to the mess in Rossi's office) I would say this is a scream for help.
JJ: So, you were in the shower with Kevin Lynch?
Garcia: Come on, JJ. I'm being serious. I need your help.
JJ: With what?
Garcia: Agent Rossi. We're not supposed to date fellow Bureau employees.
JJ: From what I hear, Rossi is the reason most of these fraternization rules even exist.
Rossi: What kind of a researcher are you?
Garcia: I'm not a researcher. I'm a technical analyst.
Rossi: What the hell does that even mean?
Kevin: (entering room, naked, just out of the shower) You left the middle of my back totally unloofahed.
Garcia: (emerging mumbling from a steaming bathroom after a knock at the door) …no acceptable excuse for violence, but for you I am making an exception! (opens the front door) Oh my God, Agent Rossi!
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