Lucas: Your other weakness is ME.
Rafe: Did he just pull that gun out of his ass?
Lucas: I came out here to feed the ducks and I see you're feeding the ducks. Maybe we could feed the ducks together?
Harris: You're a privileged group. You're all smart or you wouldn't be here. I just want you to be smarter.
J.D.: The lovely Nicole and her personal demons. I'm surprised there's enough room at the table for all of us.
Bobby: I think I'll go see if the UNSUB's still in the building.
Rafe: Sweetheart, it's just a simulation, yeah?
Bobby: Where we're from, a site search is called procedure. Yeah?
Gabe: I guess we found out his weakness: bullets.
Bobby: It's a number. It's a fucking number. They're all a bunch of fucking numbers.
Harris: Don't forget, you're 50 miles offshore so if you run out of toilet paper, you are shit out of luck.
Harris: Here we are. Crimetown USA. Where all the residents are dead... or about to be.
J.D.: It's no fun unless it's a challenge, right?
Harris: So tomorrow, I have a senior staff meeting with the director, a Q4 performance review, and an academy course to prep. But now, instead, I get to waste my whole day at your funerals.
Gabe: The island. The middle of nowhere. They're all professionals. What's the point?
Harris: The point is that they're isolated, alone, and forgotten. That's what it's like to be in the mind of a sociopath.
