veny

jj: hey, can you give me a hand please? emily: *holding out her left hand* fucking finally! was about damn time you´d ask me to marry you. jj: ...i meant with cleaning up after the kids. emily:  emily: *going through it* why didn't you say that? why didn't you just fucking say that??!

morgan: guess what i'm about to get! emily: on my nerves.

rossi: ladies, gentlemen and spencer, i want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld! emily: pasta shaped like us? rossi: wha- jj: a llama? rossi: no. morgan: a baby llama? rossi: no! reid: two baby llamas? garcia: with tiny hats on!! rossi: NO! rossi: it's actually- hotch: stop right there. leave and don't come back here until you have two baby llamas with tiny hats on their heads with you. you can show us whatever it is you actually have then. garcia: YAY!! and make that cowboy hats, please. reid: ooh, yes!

garcia: why does everyone thinks i'm this soft cute person?? i'm not! jj: well, for starters, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday. garcia: it had feelings, okay?! it was probably going home to his family for dinner and i killed it! morgan: ...babygirl, it was a bug. garcia: it was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and i really don't get why you all think i'm so sentimental because i'm not! emily: ... reid: ... garcia: i am not! rossi: oh, penelope.

hotch: emily, keep an eye on reid today. he's stressed and not well and probably going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. emily: sure, i'd love to see reid getting punched. rossi: try again. emily, sighing: i will try to stop reid from getting punched.

hotch i’m not sure you’re stakeout material. reid: í’m a chronic insomniac, i was born for this.

reid: wait, doesn't that mean, that he has childhood trauma from what his mother put him through? garcia: mommy issues! that's it, boy, you're a genius! that’s the last slice we needed to complete the pie of our profile! morgan: ooh, can we get some actual pie? garcia: i like the way you think. hotch: please, guys. there's someone's life on the line. where would he keep her then?

morgan: hey reid! have you seen my jac- *reid, standing on top of the table, wearing morgans way too big jacket like a cape and holding up his arm like superman while garcia is wearing a batman mask and pointing a camera at him for their charity children's book of real life heroes as fictional superheroes morgan doesn't know about yet* morgan: yo, what the fuck, kid. reid:  garcia: it is NOT what it looks like. reid: no, i think it pretty much is, garcia.

morgan, locking spencer in the car: act like a child, get treated like a child. come on rossi. rossi, used to morgan and spencer bullying each other like siblings, just shrugging and leaving with him: alright spencer: what?! it's illegal to leave a child locked in a car, morgan! rossi! rossi, come back!! hotch! someone, help! plase! emily, opening the car: quit playing and go interview the father, reid. spencer: but- emily: no but, just go. reid: :[

spencer: i wrote her a poem :] rossi: yeah? let's hear it! spencer: for each ecstatic instant, we must an anguish pay, in keen and quivering ration, to the ecstasy, for each beloved hour, sharp pittances of years, bitter contested farthings– emily: are you serious, what? are those even words?? spencer: ...and coffers heaped with tears. :[ jj: oh stop it, emily. i'm sure she'll love it, spence.

emily: what are you doing? spencer: sketching out where i want my grave to be. want me to do yours too? emily: i already have one. spencer: cool, where is it? emily: south. spencer: that's an odd description for a piece of paper. i thought you'd say "on my desk at home" or something. emily: i'm not talking about the sketch.

hotch: i hope you have an explanation for this. emily: we have three actually. rossi: pick your favorite.

(you don´t have to read past spencers first sentence) spencer: you know, cow milk is actually super bad for our bodies. a single serving of milk can contain as much as 24 mg of heart-harming cholesterol and cheese so much as up to 400 mg of sodium per ounce. on top of that does it not only rob our bones of calcium and increases the prevalence and severity of acne, but cows have to go through a lot of stress and being held captive for humans to harvest the milk. emily: spencer: studies have also shown that up to 5% of children are allergic to it, and milk & products like cheese could be linked to an increased risk of developing prostate and ovarian cancer.  emily: ...so that was a "no" to milk in your coffee?

reid: anybody got crayons so i can color in my ph. d.? rossi to hotch: where did you find him again?  

garcia: okay, truth or dare? spencer: truth. garcia: how many hours of sleep did you get this month? spencer: spencer: dare. garcia: go to sleep. spencer: i don't like this game.