Hotch: Ever since we had Jack, I always dread it when you bring me a case involving kids.
JJ: Why are you telling me this?
Hotch: Every case we work, every case we don’t work comes across your desk.
Hotch: And most of the victims are women. And most of them are about your age. It’s okay if you lose it every once in a while. It reminds people that we’re human.
JJ: You’re mad that Hotch and I controlled our micro expressions at the hospital and you weren’t able to detect our deception.
Reid: You think this is about my profiling skills? Jennifer, listen: the only reason you were able to manage my perceptions is because I trusted you! I came to your house for ten weeks in a row, crying over losing a friend, and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth.
JJ: I couldn’t.
Reid: You couldn’t, or you wouldn’t?
JJ: No, I couldn’t!
Reid: What if I had started taking dilaudid again? Would you have let me?
JJ: You didn’t.
Reid: Yeah, but I thought about it.
JJ: Spence! I’m sorry!
Reid: It’s too late! Alright?