Emily, To Will : You're In Her DMs But She's In My Bed And We're Taking Online Quizzes To See If Either

Garcia, aggressively throwing bottles at the team : HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE

Morgan : What's up with her ?

Garcia : I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU, YOU ALL DESERVE LOVE

JJ : She's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.

Reid, crying : ᴵᵗ'ˢ ʷᵒʳᵏᶦⁿᵍ

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

Reid : I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so let's go for 12 more.

Garcia : ...Hun, that's a coma.

Reid : Fancy name for a nap.

Emily : Someone stole my car

JJ : What ? We have to find him !

Emily : Why ? Now the body in the trunk isn't our problem anymore.

JJ : ...The body ? OUR problem ? WHAT BODY ?

Emily, winking : What body ?

Reid : Unfortunately, I do always have something smart to say.

Morgan : Are you sure you're okay, Emily ? You've been acting funny all day.

Emily, with a big smile : Why wouldn't I be, in such a beautiful day, especially with you by my side my lovely friend ?

Morgan :

Morgan, running away : HOTCH, EMILY IS GOING TO BLOW UP

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

Reid, somehow proud : Undefeated dude

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.

Hotch : What is your date of birth ?

Derek : June 6

Hotch : What year ?

Derek : ..Every year ?

Rossi, first day with the team, witnessing the fire goblin (Emily), the muscular only boy (Morgan), the emotional support baby (Garcia), the fucked up mentally baby (Reid), the mom (JJ) and the dad (Hotch).

Rossi :

Rossi : What, from the bottom of my heart, the FUCK.