Morgan : My Toxic Trait Is I Think That I Could Walk Up To A Lion And It Would Sense My Powerful Vibes

JJ : Fuck

Hotch : Language !

Spencer : Shit

Hotch : Language !

Emily : Who the fuck do you think you're calling a bitch, you ass ?

Hotch : Language !

Morgan : Now that's one crazy motherfucker

Hotch : Language !

Garcia : What the frick frack tickity tic tac snik snak bro ?

Hotch :

Hotch : What the fuck ?

The team, vibing in the jet :

Garcia : Is it depression ?

JJ : Is it anxiety ?

Reid : Do I have ADHD ?

Emily : Am I just lazy ?

Hotch : Am I burnt out ?

Morgan : What the fuck is wrong with me ?

JJ : I want someone strong, beautiful, not dramatic, smart-

Emily, in the background : punches her mug because she choked on her coffee, and how dare it tries to kill her.

JJ : This one. I want this one.

Reid : You have to learn to love yourself.

JJ : Don't you like, hate yourself ?

Reid : Yes, but we're talking about you, focus.

Hotch : What is your date of birth ?

Derek : June 6

Hotch : What year ?

Derek : ..Every year ?

Emily : Babies sure stare a lot for someone who doesn't know how to fight

Garcia : I'm the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know

Hotch : Did you buy eggs like I asked ?

Garcia : Even better.

Hotch : What did you-

Garcia, holding up a chicken : Her name is Fluffy !

Reid : I kind of want to be kissed. But I also kind of want to be stabbed.

Reid : Do you ever get water hungry ?

Hotch : ...Thirsty ?

Reid, nodding : Water hungry.