Emily : Contrary To Popular Belief, Violence Solves A Lot

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 ?

Morgan : I'm not that stupid

Emily, sounding like a narrator : He was, in fact, that stupid.

Garcia : I wish we could block people in real life.

JJ : Restraining order

Emily : Murder.

Nobody :

Reid, anytime, anyday : I'm uncomfortable with emotions.

Absolutely no one :

Reid : I'm sleep deprived.

Not even a fly :

Reid : I have no idea what to do.

Not. A single. Soul :

Still Reid : Alright, I'm gonna go cry.

Reid : Do you ever get water hungry ?

Hotch : ...Thirsty ?

Reid, nodding : Water hungry.

Elle : I love when people are rude, because omg, no way ! My turn.

Hotch, finding a bunch of knives every time Emily is somewhere : What's that ??

Emily : That's my emotional support knife collection. To help me deal with people.

Hotch : ...We should be tracking YOU down.

Tara : Are you a top or a bottom ?

Emily : I'm a threat.

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

Unsub, wanting to mentally torture Reid : One of these glasses of water is poisoned, you have to drink one-

Reid : drinks one without hesitation

Unsub : Wha- How did you know it was the safe one ?!

Reid, visibly sad and disappointed : ..I kinda hoped it wasn't.

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...