Garcia : If I Blended Red Bull, Five Hour Energy, Monster, Coffee And Hot Cheetos Into An Energy Smoothie,

Emily : Unfortunately for everyone, I will keep doing whatever the fuck I want

Emily : What will you do if I was kidnapped ?

Hotch : I'll let them keep you.

Reid : And me ?

Hotch : Nothing. I'll wait 30 minutes until they let you go voluntarily.

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 ?

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.

Garcia, trying to stop the unsub : Killing someone is really weird, like no one will like you if you do that

Reid : Will I end this case or will this case ends me ? Stay tuned

Emily : Don't worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve

Reid : You mean cards ?

Emily, slowly sliding a knife out of her sleeve : No, I do not.

The team, vibing in the jet :

Garcia : Is it depression ?

JJ : Is it anxiety ?

Reid : Do I have ADHD ?

Emily : Am I just lazy ?

Hotch : Am I burnt out ?

Morgan : What the fuck is wrong with me ?

Emily, to Will : You're in her DMs but she's in my bed and we're taking online quizzes to see if either of us has autism

Tara : Are you a top or a bottom ?

Emily : I'm a threat.

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