Reid: It could also mean chemistry professor.
Elle: I say student. wewe need self-confidence to lecture in front of a classroom full of 30 college kids. Arsonists are socially incompetent. This guy doesn’t go on dates, doesn’t go to parties, doesn’t feel comfortable in front of groups. [Reid looks at Elle] And of course he’s a total psychopath.
Reid: Of course.
Elle: Well, what is the most sinful place on campus?
Morgan: Come on Elle, when I was in college it was everywhere.
Mrs. Walker: Are wewe single?
Elle: Yes.
Mrs. Walker: I have a word of advice. Don’t marry the first guy that proposes.
Elle: I may have something. Barbara Keller was having some trouble insuring some coins she bought. The insurance company thought they might be fake.
Hotchner: So the insurance company is blowing up annoying clients?
Reid: Do wewe think it's weird that I knew that ballad?
Elle: Reid, I don't know how wewe know half the stuff wewe know, but I'm glad wewe do.
Reid: Do wewe think that's why I can't get a date?
Elle: Have wewe ever asked anyone?
Reid: [Reid shifts his eyes] No.
Elle: That's why wewe can't get a date.
Elle: [regarding Cheryl claiming that she can feel when something is wrong with her twin] wewe think Cheryl's a wackjob because she says she can feel her sister's anxiety?
Morgan: I never alisema wackjob [Reid walks in]
Reid: Actually there may be a physiological basis for it.. reuniting with her sister.
Morgan: Don't ask.
Reid: Reversed egg symmetry, eggs mgawanyiko, baidisha late between 9 to 12 days, the DNA matches right down to the last stranded code, there are sporadic documents of shared physiological pain.
Morgan: And wewe believe it?
Reid: No I'm just saying its possible...
Elle: Here's something...[puts her coffee cup on Garcia's desk]...What can wewe tell me about Vincent Sartori?
[Garcia chucks coffee cup in the bin]
Elle: I was still drinking that.
Garcia: Not only is this equipment expensive, it's also extremely sensitive.
[Spencer and Elle share a weird look]
[Elle is speaking about a criminal's sealed records]
Elle: Can wewe get into those records?
Spencer: Despite the fact that they were probably expunged, she can find the faintest echo of deletion, successfully recreate the file, thereby sending us all to prison for computer felony fraud counts.
[Elle and Garcia share a weird look]
Elle: We can make bail.
Elle: Um, Reid wewe probably saved my life in there.
Reid: Probably? I totally saved your life. And I'm pretty certain it's caught on tape.
Elle: Gideon, will wewe tell him that I don't need to go to the hospital?
Gideon: Regulations are regulations. wewe all right?
Elle: I'm fine, Dad.
Gideon: Elle?
Elle: Yeah?
Gideon: Don't ever call me Dad again.
[Gideon walks away]
Elle: I wonder how he'd feel about Mom?
Reid: Let me know when you're going to do that so I can, uh, run.
Elle: wewe guys, we're here in New York and even when we aren't talking about our case we end up talking about another profiler.
Hotchner: You’re right. So Elle, wewe seeing anyone?
JJ: At least wewe get to spend your birthday weekend in Mexico.
Hotch: How do wewe say 'doghouse' in Spanish?
Reid: La ca-sa del pair-o
Elle: La casita del perro.
Reid: That's what I alisema
Elle: Face it chico, wewe are only a genius in English
Morgan: Why are wewe uigizaji so weird?
Elle: We're sitting with a guy who knows that there are 800 kernels of mahindi, nafaka on the average cob...
Reid: ...Arranged in 16 separate rows.
Elle: And you're calling me weird?
Elle: wewe really don't know someone till wewe take a road trip with them.
Morgan: What are wewe trying to say?
Elle: Look at this car, man. There's empty soda cans and fast chakula wrappers everywhere. You're a slob. wewe know, back at Quantico your dawati was all neat, but I bet if wewe looked in those drawers you'd find a mess.
Morgan: Okay, we have been on the road way too long.
Morgan: Well, wewe all right there, Greenaway?
Elle: Go away.
Morgan: See wewe tomorrow?
Elle: Afternoon.
Guy: Afternoon?
Elle: Don't speak.
Jamaican Cop: Where is the victim’s head?
Elle: Well, I must have dropped it on my way in here.
Gideon: Doesn't anybody ever go home?
Elle: You're here.
Gideon: Exactly. Trust me, wewe don't want to model your social life on mine.
Reid: I thought maybe... wewe might want to talk.
Elle: Don't go all profiler on me.
Reid: Elle, wewe got shot in your own home, and then came back to the BAU like nothing even happened. Thinking wewe might want to talk isn't profiling, it's Psych 101.
