Garcia: I triangulated the phone call that came to the Taffert's house at 3:03 a.m. last night and I can say is whisky tango foxtrot. That call originated from Malcolm Taffert's cellphone.

JJ: Look how bereft they are. It's hard to fake.
Blake: There's no way any of them are involved.

Leon: As you can plainly see, I'm a purveyor of fine meats.
Reid: No, Leon. We were told that you run a pretty lucrative business on the side.
Leon: Now you're flattering me. I make a mean barbecue sauce but I don't make much on it.
Blake: You know I find it interesting you haven't asked what any of this is about.
Leon: I have a dreadful lack of curiosity.

Blake: What about Luisa?
Leon: That bitch? She totally betrayed my buddy.
Blake: Did she walk out on him?
Leon: No. She married his best customer.

We cannot despair of humanity, since we ourselves are human beings - Albert Einstein.

Rossi

JJ: Are you sure you shouldn't say anything?
Cruz: Positive.
JJ: People think we're having an affair. Can't we just say we're on assignment?
Cruz: No one can know. What are you afraid of?
JJ: The stares, the whispers. Spence has been asking me questions. Rossi's been onto us from day one.

Lyle: The government's gone mad. First they got wire-tapping, then they got "stand your ground", now they got the feds showing up at normal folks' home for no damned reason.
Hotch: Lyle, I told you this is standard procedure.

Hotch: Do you take care of the yard?
Lyle: Well yes sir. I mow the lawn, sir. Now you want me to mow your lawn, sir?

Charles: You think slave had Prozac? No. They went got out there, they worked.
Rossi: So if your son has mental issues, you think he should just push through them.
Charles: You're damned right.

Rossi: You killed Lyle's girlfriend and buried her in your back yard.
Charles: I did not.

Rossi: I know what it was like back then.
Charles: Oh you know what it was like?
Rossi: The guy who saved my life in Vietnam was black, as was my second wife.
Charles: Brown sugar. I'll be damned.

Rossi: You're evading, Charles. And that suggests guilt.
Charles: You go by that logic, you ain't too innocent your damned self.