Hotchner: What's all of that?
JJ: New cases. I got to figure out where we're going to next.
Hotchner: Hey, wait a minute. We're the profilers. I thought we made those decisions.
JJ: Sure you do.
Morgan: You don't believe these girls are really missing?
Sgt. Sikes: It's just not the kind of thing that happens around here, you know?
Gideon: You'd be surprised how often we hear that.
Chief Yates: Listen, these people...they're my friends. They're my neighbors, good people. I don't want anybody assuming that they're involved.
Hotcher: We just got here. We're not assuming anything.
Hotchner: I thought everybody wanted to become a profiler.
JJ: Sorry.
Reid: We need some butts rushed to the lab for DNA analysis.
Garcia: Reid... I love it when you say "butts."
Garcia: He who seeks the "Queen of All Knowledge" speak and be recognized.
Reid: Garcia, we're sending you some cigarettes.
Garcia: Why not a flesh-eating virus? It'll be faster and far less painful.
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