Emily At The Slightest Problem : That's It I'm Planning Another Funeral.

Tara : Are you a top or a bottom ?

Emily : I'm a threat.

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

Emily : Do I look nice ?

JJ : You look like you're about to set someone on fire.

Emily, walking away : Perfect.

Morgan : ...HOTCH EMILY IS DOING IT AGAIN !

Reid : I'm such a failure

Emily : Yes, you are

Reid : I screwed up the case

Emily : Yes, you did

Reid : ..I could use some words of encouragement or comfort.

Emily : Yeah.. But you came to me instead of Garcia.

Therapist : And remember, you are your own worst enemy.

Reid, somehow proud : Undefeated dude

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

Morgan : Emily, could you pass the salt ?

Emily : Morgan, could you pass away ?

Hotch : ONE. DINNER. WHY IS IT SO HARD.

Morgan and Rossi, looking at a photo of the team :

Morgan : I like this photo, we were so happy back then.

Rossi : Where's Emily ?

Morgan : Oh, she wasn't a part of the team yet. That's why we were happy.

Hotch : Do you want to talk about your mental state, Prentiss ?

Emily : No.

Reid, spinning around in his chair to face them : I do !

Hotch, sighing : I know, Reid.

Reid : I'm sad !

Hotch : I know, Reid...

Reid : My bones are almost clean

Hotch : Huh ??

Reid : Wait, did I not tell you guys about the bones ??

Morgan : What does that even mean ?

Emily : And you guys are calling ME the insane one.

Emily : In my defense, your honor, I simply do not vibe with the law