Morgan: It's called empathy. And it's a good thing.
Reid: It's not. It's got me all messed up. I don't know how to focus, I can't do my job as well. So, what do I do?
Morgan: You use it. Let it make you a better profiler... a better person.
Reid: A better person.
Hotch: What the hell happened?
Jeff: I didn't know he was a cop. I saw this black car parked in front of our house and a black guy with a gun sneaking around the yard.
Hotch: So you shot him?
Jeff: I was scared. I've got a family.
Officer Cale: So did Detective Ware.
Garcia: I was beginning to think you guys had forgotten all about me.
Morgan: Well, we need you now more than ever, hot stuff.
Garcia: Like candy to my ears, sugar. Go.
Gideon: Let's call that mystery #1.
Hotchner: You got a #2?
Det. Ware: You ever wish it didn't matter?
Morgan: It?
Det. Ware: Color.
Morgan: Judge me by the content of my character.
Det. Ware: You want to make a 17-year-old girl sweat?
Morgan: I want to scare the hell out of her.
Morgan: (at Det. Ware's funeral discussing his wife and two young sons left behind) I know what it's like to grow up without a father.
Prentiss: Their father died a hero.
Morgan: So did mine. It doesn't make it any easier.
Morgan: For what it's worth, it took balls to stand up to the Mayor like that.
Det. Ware: You would've done the same thing.
Morgan: I don't have to work for the guy.
Prentiss: (looking out the jet's window down at the city) New York, New York.
Morgan: Too bad we're flying right past it, straight to the suburbs.
Morgan: Good morning, Emily, have a good weekend?
Prentiss: Yeah… No… Yes… It just feels weird for me to talk about my personal life here. You know, I don't really know you guys all that well yet.
Morgan: I totally get that (walks away).
Prentiss: (hesitates, then follows) I think I totally screwed up this date.
Prentiss: Why would the unsub use a date-rape drug to commit a hate crime?
Reid: Maybe he wants to weaken them so they can't fight back.
Morgan: Reid, listen to me. What you went through out there, nobody expects you to rebound...
Reid: (interrupting) I can still do my job, all right? I'm not gonna freak out.
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