Garcia: You've reached Penelope Garcia in the FBI's office of Supreme Genius.
Morgan: xin chào it's Morgan. I need bạn to work some magic here. I've got a program called Deadbolt Defence and a girl with only a couple hours to live so what do bạn know?
Garcia: You've got a problem. Deadbolt's the number one mật khẩu crack-resistant software out there. You're gonna have to get inside this guy's head to get the password.
Morgan: I thought I was calling the office of Supreme Genius.
Garcia: Well gorgeous, you've been re-routed to the office of Too Frickin' Bad.

Garcia: Okay, bạn know how on ngôi sao Trek when Captain Kirk asked McCoy to do something totally impossible, and McCoy says, 'Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor not a miracle worker?'
Morgan: Hey, what are bạn telling me? Not to expect a miracle?
Garcia: No, I'm saying I'm not a doctor.
Morgan: That's my girl.

Morgan: My bomb fragments, let’s start putting this bad boy together.
Garcia: Why bother, don’t bạn just dust for prints and...stuff?
Morgan: Garcia, what are bạn doing in the FBI?
Garcia: I didn’t get into medical school.

Reid: Nobody takes therapy these days without a healthy dose of medication.
Garcia: What are bạn implying, Reid?
Reid: That everyone is medicated.
Garcia: Did bạn just make a joke?
Reid: No, I mean, statistics, they-they hiển thị it-
Garcia: Reid, tiếp theo time just say yes.

[Garcia enters the room with a cardboard box.]
Derek: Please tell me bạn brought some breakfast.
Garcia: Trust me, sugar. You're not going to want to eat when bạn see what's in here.


Elle: Here's something...[puts her coffee cup on Garcia's desk]...What can bạn tell me about Vincent Sartori?
[Garcia chucks coffee cup in the bin]
Elle: I was still drinking that.
Garcia: Not only is this equipment expensive, it's also extremely sensitive.
[Spencer and Elle share a weird look]

Hotchner: How is it having Gideon around?
Garcia: bạn can have him back whenever bạn would like.

Elle: Brother, as in that’s Hotch’s brother?
Garcia: Maybe Hotch is adopted?

Hotchner: You’re a genius.
Garcia: You’re just saying that ‘cause it’s true.

Garcia: [answering phone] Oracle of Quantico. Speak if bạn deign to hear truth.

[Garcia rattles off some bad Spanish]
Morgan: Easy there, Garcia. I think bạn just offended somebody’s mother.
Garcia: Shut up you. I took French. What can I say?
Morgan: Penelope, your last name is Garcia.
Garcia: Yeah, I know. It’s my stepfather’s name. Do bạn want my genius hoặc not?

Garcia: Hey, bạn know what this means? We can find out if Princess Diana's death really was accidental!
JJ: I think this is exactly what got bạn on the list.

JJ: [about the incredible Sir Kneighf] Please don’t tell me bạn have a crush on a fictional character.
Garcia: He’s not fictional. He’s the online alter-ego of a real person.
JJ: Hmmm, bạn don’t even know anything about him, even if it is…him.
Garcia: Look, we meet online at specified times that he is never late to. We spend hours adventuring and chatting during which time I have his undivided attention and he lavishes me with flattery. When was the last time bạn had a ngày go that well?
JJ: See if he’s got a fictional brother.

Reid: It's never night in Las Vegas.
Garcia: Excuse me?

Reid: [discussing a Chaucer poem] My mom used to read me that. It's widely considered as the first Valentine's poem.
Garcia: Your mom read bạn Valentine's poems? Hello, therapy.

Garcia: Uhm, pals, don't be ticked, but I think I might have missed the glaringly obvious; how would bạn make yourself taller without being a different person entirely hoặc having some weird Chinese surgery?

Garcia: [after Hotchner asked her to review surveillance footage] Honey, if he opens his mouth I'll tell bạn the length of his teeth.
Hotchner: Just keep it clean. And don't call me "honey."

Garcia: He who seeks the "Queen of All Knowledge," speak and be recognized.
Reid: Garcia, we're sending bạn some cigarettes.
Garcia: Why not a flesh-eating virus? It'll be faster and far less painful.
Reid: We need some butts rushed to the lab for DNA analysis.
Garcia: Reid... I tình yêu it when bạn say 'butts.'

Garcia: Je suis toujours ici pour toi, mon cher.
Morgan: Drives me crazy when bạn talk that "voulez coucher" stuff to me. [teasing] Stop it.


Morgan: xin chào dollface, ready to work some magic for me?
Garcia: Challenge me, bạn beautiful behavioral analyst.

Garcia:...A guy went crazy on a bunch of computers at a science lab, screaming, "We will soon be the slaves and the machines will be the masters."
Garcia: [Looking around at her many computers] Yikes. That would totally suck for me. [Whisper] I'm surrounded in here.
Morgan: Come on, what are bạn worried about? You've got me to protect you.
Garcia: Hah! Now that gets my blood up.

JJ: Nothing's happening.
Reid: Shhh watch [the rocket launches, JJ and Garcia scream, and it hits Emily in the head]
Emily: Ooh ow, what was that?
Reid: Oh, I am so sorry Emily!
Garcia: Don't bạn recognize a rocket when bạn see one?
Reid: I was merely demonstrating a physics law. I didn't mean to..
Emily: Oh hiển thị me!
Reid: Turn around.
Emily: Turn around?
Reid: A magician never reaveals his secrets.
Emily: I thought bạn đã đưa ý kiến this was physics?
Garcia: He wont hiển thị us either. Trust me, it will do bạn no good to argue with him.
(rocket launches and lands in front of Hotch)
Hotchner: Physics magic?
Reid: Yes, sir.
Hotchner: Reid, we talked about this.
Reid: I'm sorry, sir.
Hotchner: [smiling] You're really starting to get some distance on these things.

Garcia: What are bạn doing?
JJ: I'm mapping out where all the victims were found, starting with Gideon's first case file.
[JJ jabs a pushpin to the map]
Garcia: Ow! Stabby!


Hotchner: Think of this house as a witness. If it could talk, what would it tell us?
Garcia: My guess is, it would tell us to get the hell out.

Garcia: Are bạn lonely in the Lone ngôi sao state? And are bạn wearing chaps?
Morgan: Only in your dreams, Garcia
Garcia: Oh, not necessarily. I have photoshop.

Garcia: What was the thing that Jack the Ripper took from one of his victims, besides, well, bạn know, her life?
Emily: Oh, uh...
Garcia: Mmm. Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Emily: ......... I don't know.
Garcia: A kidney. How horrifingly fantastic is that?
Emily: Mmhmm, and are bạn going anywhere with this?
Garcia: Just that I found an unsolved murder that happened four months cách đây in Galveston, Texas, with the same MO - the victim missing that very organ. I amaze myself.
Emily: Yeah, me too. Great work.

JJ: You're the best ever.
Garcia: Awww... And you're the most perceptive!

Garcia: Brace yourselves. I'm going to teach bạn the meaning of L.U.S.T.
Gideon: Did she say lust?
Garcia: I cross-referenced every known fact on the victims and I just found a website that đường dẫn both Dennis Cutler and Mathew Jarvis' companies on a danh sách of businesses guilty of L.U.S.T.
Hotchner: I'm missing something.
Garcia: Leaking Underground Storage Tanks.

Garcia: [answering phone] Your friendly neighborhood Oracle of all things knowable and unknowable at your service.

Garcia: [regarding Lysowsky] He served 23 years in four remote prisons at Perm, that is a remote region of the Northern Ural Mountains, for those of bạn playing the trang chủ game.

Prentiss: [in a bar, diễn xuất very excited] Ladies, this is Brad – a real FBI agent!
JJ: Really? No way!
Garcia: That's exciting! What's it like at Quan-ti-co?
JJ: Must be tough keeping all those secrets.
Brad: It’s a skill, like anything else. Carpenters are good at building stuff, measuring. The FBI’s good at keeping secrets and kicking criminal ass.
Prentiss: Can we see it?
Brad: See what?
Prentiss: Your badge.
Garcia: Please?
Brad: I'm sorry, that's classified.
Prentiss: [she holds up her badge] Tell me Brad, does it look anything like this?
JJ: [hold up hers] hoặc this?
Garcia: [holds up hers] hoặc maybe, this?
[Brad hurries away]

Garcia: [answering phone] Talk dirty to me.
Section Chief Erin Strauss: This is Section Chief Erin Strauss.
Garcia: [horrified and red-faced] Ma'am, I think it goes without saying that I was expecting it to be someone else.
Garcia: [answering phone later] FBI Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia speaking.


Emily: Hey, whats going on with bạn and Morgan?
Garcia: I told him about this guy I met at the coffee shop...
Emily: Oh, say no more.
[Emily hangs up the phone and walks over to morgan who has been eavesdropping behind her]
Emily: When a woman tells a man about her feelings, she doesn't want him to fix her, she wants him to shutup and listen.

Morgan: I'm not going anywhere.
Garcia: What?
Morgan: No, that đi văng right there is going to be my best friend until we catch this guy.
Garcia: Fine, just as long as you're not trying to take advantage of me hoặc anything.
Morgan: Hey, Silly Girl.
Garcia: Yeah?
Morgan: I tình yêu you, bạn know that?
Garcia: I tình yêu you, too.

Garcia: Honey, I know bạn tình yêu me, but the prospect of bạn whirling around here trying to fix this is actually thêm frightening than getting shot.

Garcia: Do bạn know who Frank Miller is?
Morgan: Frank Miller... Sounds familiar. Un-sub?
Garcia: [laughs] No, graphic novelist. 300? Sin City?
Morgan: Oh, right, right, right. Cool movies.
Garcia: He đã đưa ý kiến something once and it makes me think of you. "The noir hero is a knight in blood caked armor. He's dirty and he does his best to deny the fact that he's a hero the whole time."

Garcia: There is really no acceptable excuse for violence, but for bạn I am making an exception. [opens the front door] Oh my God, Agent Rossi!

JJ: (looking at her files) (sarcastically) I'm not busy at all.
Garcia: So bạn don't want to hear about Agent Rossi hiển thị up at my apartment after I had a post-coital vòi hoa sen with fellow FBI technical analyst Kevin Lynch?
JJ: (head snaps up) Sit.

Prentiss: Is there any possibility that, while we've been talking, you've been multitasking?
Garcia: What? Find Redding's address?
Prentiss: I tình yêu you, Penelope Garcia.
Garcia: Get in line!

Garcia: (drinking coffee) The kid's tech savvy, sir. But fret not. I am tech savvier. Is that a word? That sounds like a word. If it is a word, I'm it.
Prentiss: D.C. time, Garcia.
Garcia: 11:17 a.m.
Prentiss: D.C. Decaf.

[about a photo]
Reid: It's remarkable. Something like this makes bạn câu hỏi everything bạn thought bạn knew.
Garcia: Yeah. Like the monolith in 2001.
Reid: So there was actually a time when something like this was socially acceptable?
Garcia: Oh, you're young. The eighties left a lot of people confused. This is especially sad, though.
[The bức ảnh is revealed to be of Prentiss in high school, dressed in punk clothing]

Garcia: If bạn look to your cursor, you'll notice that it's moving on its own. That's me hacking your secure network. Now I've got her file, now I've got her social, and because you're grumpy, I'm going to send your boss those Jamaican vacation photos. Oh, look at you. No tan lines.