John Blackwolf: There are many paths to the same place. Trust me.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: Just so you know you sound like a fortune cookie.
Dr. Spencer Reid: I notice you don't carry a gun.
John Blackwolf: Twenty-one feet.
Dr. Spencer Reid: What?
John Blackwolf: Ask Agent Hotchner there. He's the real gun hand.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: Why do you say that?
John Blackwolf: You carry two guns.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: The maximum distance an attacker with a knife can close in the time it takes to react, draw your sidearm and fire is twenty-one feet.
John Blackwolf: Inside twenty-one feet, I win. Outside twenty-one, I have other options besides shooting a man.
Dr. Spencer Reid: Like negotiating.
John Blackwolf: Like running.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: Why do you say I carry two guns?
John Blackwolf: Your right instep footprint's heavier than your left. And since you don't appear to have a clubbed right foot...
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: You can't tell that from my footprints. There's no perceptible difference.
John Blackwolf: Your problem isn't with your prints. It's with your perception.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: You know you sound like a fortune cookie?
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: There's an old Apache saying, "You can take many paths to get to the same place."
[as he's introduced to the team]
John Blackwolf: [to Gideon] You look like a college professor.
John Blackwolf: [to Reid] And you look like his student.
Sean Hotchner: [Aaron hands him a business card] What's this?
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: Paul Morris. He's in the New York field office. If you ever need anything, give him a call. He'll take care of you.
Sean Hotchner: Is this your way of saying I can't take care of myself?
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: No. It's my way of saying I'm a jackass.
Sean Hotchner: Yeah, well, it must be hereditary.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: Nietszche wrote, "The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe."
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: [indicating the hogtied prisoners] We took down these four.
Dr. Spencer Reid: Without firing a shot?
John Blackwolf: Captain America here shot number five.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: You're welcome. Number six is cut up pretty bad. I don't think he's gonna make it.
John Blackwolf: At least I didn't shoot him.
Derek Morgan: I think I'd rather be shot.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: It's the act of kidnapping that reveals the nature of this pack.
Elle Greenaway: From the German Red Brigades to the Munich Olympics to Iraqi insurgents, the act of kidnapping is a characteristic of political terrorist groups.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: We could be looking for a domestic terrorist organization like the Symbionese Liberation Army that kidnapped Patty Hearst.
Deputy #1: But these are Indians, right?
John Blackwolf: I seriously doubt it. The torture and mutilation you see here are very confused imitations of warfares practiced by Native American tribes.
Deputy #1: You're trying to tell us Indians wouldn't be so brutal?
John Blackwolf: No, I'm saying that Indians wouldn't be so confused.
Derek Morgan: Ingrid isn't catatonic anymore, but she's answering every question with only her name and Social Security number.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: Like a prisoner of war.
Derek Morgan: There's more. Garcia did some checking. Ingrid hasn't been enrolled in school for over a year. She had good grades. Just suddenly dropped out and vacated her campus apartment. She left no forwarding, Hotch. We have no idea where or how she's been living.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: Thanks.
[Hotch hangs up]
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: I need to see Peter Griesen's phone records.
[cut to Hotch entering the interrogation room with Griesen]
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: How long has your daughter been in a cult?
Elle Greenaway: What are you doing out of your bunker?
Penelope Garcia: [distracted by Sean] I was on my way to file the things that I... file.
Sean Hotchner: [approaching] Excuse me.
Elle Greenaway: Hi.
Sean Hotchner: I'm...
Derek Morgan: [entering] Sean, hey. Derek. You must be looking for your brother.
Sean Hotchner: Yeah.
Derek Morgan: Right this way.
Elle Greenaway: Brother, as in... that's Hotch's brother?
Penelope Garcia: Maybe Hotch is adopted.
Jennifer Jareau: Terra Mesa, New Mexico. Five dead, all from Mesa University. No signs of sexual assault, and no sign of theft.
Derek Morgan: Five nineteen-year-olds, minimal defensive wounds. One of them was impaled on a six-foot wooden pole.
Elle Greenaway: Who'd want to torture five college freshmen?
Derek Morgan: They weren't tied up and no one escaped?
Dr. Spencer Reid: No single unsub could've exerted this much control over so many people.
Elle Greenaway: So you think there were was more than two.
Jason Gideon: I think we're looking at a pack.
Jennifer Jareau: A pack?
Dr. Spencer Reid: Three or more that kill in unison. As in nature, the group dynamic dictates the pack's survival is dependent on their ability to hunt successfully.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: And as in nature, a pack will keep on killing until it runs out of prey or is stopped.
Elle Greenaway: Stopped by what?
Jason Gideon: A stronger pack.
Derek Morgan: You know, your rhetoric sounds just hateful enough to justify violence.
Roy Minton: We don't need to stoop to their level. We're fighting the Indians in court.
Derek Morgan: Is that right? Then why all the guns, Roy? Our records show that your 200 members carry over 450 firearms.
Roy Minton: We're simply exercising our constitutional right under the Second Amendment. We have the right to defend ourselves.
Derek Morgan: 450 guns, Roy. I don't think so. That's not self-defense. That's plain paranoid.
Penelope Garcia: [seeing Sean leave Hotch's office] Here he comes.
Jennifer Jareau: That's Hotch's brother?
Penelope Garcia: Uh-huh.
Jennifer Jareau: I don't see it.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: Sean, listen to me. All I'm saying is you're twenty-five years old.
Sean Hotchner: You know what? Don't profile me, Aaron.
Jennifer Jareau: [as Sean leaves] Now I see it.