Spencer: We are not doing "Get Help!"
*A Minute Later*
Emily, carrying Spencer: Get help! Please! He's dying! Help him! *throws Spencer at guards, knocking them out*
Emily: Ahh, classic!
Spencer: *gets up* I still hate it. It's humiliating.
Emily, laughing: Not for me, it's not.
Emily: Hey, let's do "Get Help!"
Spencer: What?
Emily: "Get Help."
Spencer: No.
Emily: C'mon, you love it!
Spencer: I hate it.
Emily: It's great! It works every time!
Spencer: It's humiliating.
Emily: Do you have a better plan?
Spencer: No.
Emily: We're doing it!
Emily: Everyone, this is our new D.O.G, David Rossi
Rossi: D.O.G?
Emily: Designated Old Guy, all credit to Morgan and Garcia for that.
Morgan and Garcia: *Prideful high-five*
Emily: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.
Garcia: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
Morgan: Okay.
Garcia: And make out during the scary parts.
Morgan: Th-
Morgan: The scary parts.
Morgan: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
*JJ teaching Reid how to drive*
JJ: Okay, so you're driving and Morgan and Hotch walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?
Reid: Hotch. He's my dad but I would never hurt Morgan.
JJ:
JJ: The breaks, Spencer. You hit the breaks.
*Reid and Morgan doing something absurdly dangerous*
Reid: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time!
Morgan, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.
Derek: Hey Emily can I get a sip of your water?
Emily: It's not water.
Derek: Vodka, I like your style!
Emily: It's vinegar.
Derek: Wh-Wha-
Emily: It's vinegar, COWARD.
Emily: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited
JJ: If?
Reid: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die.
Rossi, addressing the squad: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.
Reid: But – that’s just a trash can.
Rossi: It sure is!