- Lucas: When I was a kid I lost both my parents. Freak thing, ten years old- BANG. - mortality. So I grew up livin' real hard; racing cars, smoking, drinking, sleeping with any girl I could find... Real stupid, dangerous lifestyle... then I turned eleven
- [laughs]
- Lucas: ... All I know is this; you don't confront your demons and defeat them. You confront them, then you confront them, then you confront them some more, every single day.
- 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.
- Bobby: [analyzing Girl at Bar] Good evening, my fine young FBI friends. I am a pretty little thing just out of lit class at GMU. Please note the Jimmy Joyce in my Kate Spade. My parents are loaded as per my expensive ensemble and that "J", where is it, on my key ring, means I'm either a "Jill" or a "Jennifer". Those being the favorite "J" names of beltway parents circa 1981. I like to hang with my girlfriends and have a good time but I'm really just a mature woman looking for a mature man.
- J.D.: The lovely Nicole and her personal demons. I'm surprised there's enough room at the table for all of us.
- Lucas: I came out here to feed the ducks and I see you're feeding the ducks. Maybe we could feed the ducks together?
- Vince Sherman: [pulls his gun from a cubby under his wheel chair and cocks it back] I'll give him a taste of the real thing.
- Rafe: Did he just pull that gun out of his arse?
- Lucas: [Everyone looks at Vince] We weren't suppose to bring weapons.
- Vince Sherman: My gun goes where I go. If you ever get shot sometime maybe you'll understand.
- Harris: You're a privileged group. You're all smart or you wouldn't be here. I just want you to be smarter.
- Rafe: Look.
- [he sits down next to dummy of boy]
- Rafe: It's little Bobby. Little gonna grow up to big and strong and pursue a career in buried children and dismembered mummies. Now that will make happy town proud.
- Bobby: I think your in the wrong line of work.
- [he walks away]
- Rafe: [turning to dummy] No mate. Not me.
- Harris: Don't forget, you're 50 miles offshore so if you run out of toilet paper, you are shit out of luck.
- [last lines]
- Sara Moore: Do you think they'll let me make profiler?
- Gabe: That depends. One last question: When's the situation secure, agent?
- Sara Moore: On the drive home.
- Gabe: Yeah.
- Sara Moore: On the drive home.
- Bobby: [to Rafe] The man's calling you a killer. Personally, I think you might want to defend yourself
- [Rafe's head breaks off at the neck]
- Sara Moore: [shocked] There's no blood. Someone drained his blood.
- Gabe: What is the trap? Where is the trap?
- Sara Moore: I don't know!
- Gabe: What is the trap? Where is the trap?