Gideon: "The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body. After all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still, there will be a scar left behind." French writer Francois la Rochefoucauld.
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Hotch: "Reid, how many books do you think are published in a year?"
Reid: "In the whole world? Thousands."
Watson: "Great, and all we gotta do is find one." she scoffs, moving to lay her head on the table
Morgan: "You know, I can see this unsub getting our phone numbers and addresses from the bureau personnel files, but come on, man, it really says in there that Gideon digs Nellie Fox?"
Hotch: "Or that JJ collects butterflies? And Watson's favorite dessert is red velvet?"
Morgan: "I didn't even know these things about us."
Reid: "Never would it be night, but always clear day to any man's sight."
Watson: "Oh, please. Not again with the poem from the music box, please."
Reid: "There's something familiar about it. I think I've heard it somewhere before."
Morgan: "Thought you had a photographic memory."
Reid: "Eidetic memory, and that's primarily related to things I read. Like I said, this is something I think I've heard."
Hotch: "Which leaves us..."
Watson: "Nowhere, that's where it leaves us." she sighs, running a hand through her hair as Gideon enters the room
Gideon: "Not necessarily. How would we proceed if we didn't have all these clues? What's the first thing we'd look at?"
Hotch: "Victimology."
Morgan: "Why this particular victim in this particular place at this particular time?"
Gideon: "We have a victim, don't we?"
Reid: "Rebecca Bryant."
Gideon: "Missing out of South Boston, Virginia. You can get there in a few hours if you hurry. Take JJ. Find out everything there is to know about this girl."
Morgan: "You got it."
Watson: "Long as we stop for coffee." she huffs, standing to her feet as she follows behind Morgan
Gideon: "Been letting him lead us around like he's something more than he is."
Hotch: "He's just another unsub. Let's start putting together a profile."
Reid: "What do you want me to do?"
Gideon: "Just keep working on this. If anybody can put it together, you can."
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Hotch: "Anderson? Where's Agent Greenaway?"
Anderson: "Sir?"
Hotch: "I told you to take her home."
Anderson: "I dropped her off half an hour ago."
Hotch: "Take her home does not mean drop her off. We're dealing with an unsub who has all of our personal information, including our home addresses. Get back over there now."
Anderson: "But..."
Hotch: "Now!" he orders, dialing a number as Anderson sighs, hurrying out the room
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Pilot: "Agent Greenaway?"
Elle: "Yes?"
