Hotch, Sighing : Why Is Morgan Crying In The Corner ?

JJ : An apple a day keeps the doctor away

Emily : Slowly bites into an apple while menacingly looking at Reid

Reid :

Reid : Emily what the fuck

Tara : Are you a top or a bottom ?

Emily : I'm a threat.

JJ, from across the room : She's a bottom.

The BAU having therapy. The psy's reaction :

To Reid : Calls two other psy, and ordered anti-d for himself.

To Morgan : Questions the existence of self-conservation.

To Garcia : Fills adoption papers.

To Hotch : Questions the existence of emotions and humour.

To JJ : Learn that someone can be a mother to the entire civilization.

To Emily : Calls the police.

Reid : I don't relax, I merely simmer in anxiety in different locations.

Hotch, having in his office one "depressive thought jar" and one "threat jar"

Rossi, first coming at the BAU : You have very specific swear jar

Hotch, pointing to Emily and Reid : I have very specific children.

Emily at the slightest problem : That's it I'm planning another funeral.

JJ : Emily nO-

Emily : This party kinda suck, lets go

JJ : ...Emily. This is your own funeral.

Emily : I'm a "Or what" and a "bet" deadass bitch, because I think I'm untouchable.

Emily : Get in the Halloween spirit and make a ghost !

JJ, sipping her coffee, reading the news paper : That's called murder, and I heard somewhere that it is illegal.

Reid : What doesn't kill me makes me wish it did