Criminal Minds

Prentiss: What is the matter with you?
Reid: What do you mean, what's the matter with me?
Prentiss: I have never seen you act like this.
Reid: Oh, really? Oh, in the months that you've known me you've never seen me act this way? Hey, no offense, Emily, but you don't really know what you're talking about, do ya?

Morgan: And, Garcia? I'd better not ever find any Photoshop pictures of me.
Garcia: Oh, trust me, my vision, you will never find them.

Hotchner: We're looking for a homicidal serial criminal in a neighborhood populated by criminals. The challenge will be separating him from the rest.

Reid: I'll map out the area and see if I can find any place the victims would have visited in the neighborhood.
Prentiss: Good. Maybe we can find a connection between them. I'll help you with that.
Reid: I can handle it.
Prentiss: (taken back) I wasn't suggesting that you couldn't.
Reid: Well, isn't that what "I'll help you with it" means?

Roy Woodridge: It wasn't safe.
Gideon: I know.
Roy Woodridge: Is the boy all right?
Gideon: Yes, Sergeant. Yes, the boy's all right.

Dana Woodridge: He has a hard time with loud noises. He can't be in crowds. He has nightmares and wakes up in cold sweats. The smells are the worst. If he smells something burning, like a barbecue or gas or fire, he gets sick.

Det. Fuller: This guy may be messed up, but that doesn't change the fact that he has killed four innocent people. Now why don't we just do a grid search?
Max Weston: You set a grid search, and he confronts one of your men, you'll be planning a funeral.

Hotchner: We did everything we could for him you know.
Gideon: Yeah. Sometimes knowing that just isn't good enough.

Garcia: Why isn't Derek answering his phone?
Reid: Yeah, he's probably stuck underground somewhere.
Garcia: Underground?
Reid: I'll explain later.

Reid: Are we ready for a profile yet?
Hotchner: We're missing something. How did this homeless man learn to kill so efficiently?
Prentiss: You know what we need...
Hotchner: We need to get lucky. We need him to make a mistake.

Det. Fuller: (watching Morgan walk away) Where's he going?
Gideon: Find out when he comes back.

Gideon: Someone has to go down.
Morgan: Aw... See, this ain't cool! (takes off his sunglasses and lowers himself into the manhole leading into the sewer) I'm putting in for hazard pay.
Gideon: (humorously) Good luck with that.

Morgan: He's reliving the worst moment of his life, he's got to be terrified.
Reid: Yeah.

Dana Woodridge: He never really came home. I lost him 14 years ago. It's been like living with a ghost. … Help him, please, help him.

Max: Look, if this is Roy you're not gonna find him. He's trained and skilled in survival, he knows how to hide.
Gideon: We think he has a gun.
Max: Well, he doesn't miss.

Gideon: The first recorded war was 2700 BC. Probably earlier wars, but writing hadn't been invented yet.
Hotchner: Almost five thousand years of killing each other.
Gideon: One thing human beings have been consistently good at.

Gideon: Well we were right about him being homeless, in a sense. Wherever he is in his mental state, he's certainly not at home.

Garcia: Are you lonely in the Lone Star State? And are you wearing chaps?
Morgan: Only in your dreams, Garcia.
Garcia: Oh, not necessarily. I have Photoshop.
Morgan: Hey, hey, behave. Focus your little twisted mind for me, okay?

JJ: The city is trying to return to its splendor, and that means Houston's poorest are getting kicked out of their homes.

Hotchner: "If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace." Thomas Paine.