Reid explains at the school that Owen has a learning disability with spatial problems. For example, he wouldn't be able to fill in the correct bubble on a standardized test. However, they previously talked about how the shooter had the skills to effectively use an automatic weapon and how Owen's father had taught him how to shoot because he was a Marine. Shooting well requires excellent hand-eye coordination, which Reid said he didn't have at all.
Reid: Sorry I'm late.
Rossi: I hope she was worth it.
Morgan: I hope it was a she.
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.
Sheriff Hallum: That wasn't Jordan's body that we found.
Prentiss: Who was it?
Sheriff Hallum: Not who. What. The remains we sent to the M.E. turned out to be three hams and a dozen bone-in ribeyes stuffed in Jordan Norris' blue jeans. So, you tell me. Is she a hostage or accomplice?
Prentiss: (reading text sent from Jordan's PDA) "You turned her against me."
Reid: It's not Jordan.
Prentiss: Somebody please tell me we didn't just get Jordan killed.
Hotchner: I know it's painful when the person you identify with is the bad guy.
Reid: What's that make me?
Hotchner: Good at the job. (long pause) I know it's none of my business, but when we land I think you should go and, uh, catch the rest of that movie.
Hotchner: What were you thinking?
Reid: I was thinking that that would have been the second time a kid died in front of me.
Hotchner: You're keeping score, just like Owen.
Reid: It was my turn to save one.
Hotchner: Doesn't work like that.
Reid: It should.
John: Here. Take this. That's my one year medallion – it took me six years to get it. For the past thirteen years I've never left home without it because I know if I forget that, I'll lose my gun, my credentials, my home, everything. Hold on to it.
Reid: I only have 10 months.
John: I know.
Reid: It's your most prized possession.
John It is.
Reid: You're just giving it to me?
John: No. Couple of months, when you get your year, you give it back to me.
Reid: I really don't understand.
John: You will.
Reid: "A sad soul can kill you quicker - far quicker - than a germ." John Steinbeck
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