I got two words for you, my friend: Rear Window. That guy probably chopped that lady up into delicious, bite-sized little pieces. Think about it. She may have never left the premises. [whispers] She may still be in the house.
[after turning in her credentials] You know, when I first started this job, the sound of my phone ringing, a call from the Bureau, I used to get so excited. The blood would race through my veins. And now, that same sound, it paralyzes me. I'm not the same person anymore. That night at Lee's, if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing.
I guess that's it, then. You know, when I first joined the team, I couldn't figure out why you never, ever smile. Now I think I'm actually gonna miss that.
[Greenaway exits Hotchner's office, picks up her box of personal belongings and leaves the bullpen]
You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for them [gestures towards the children in the other room. [picks up newspaper and reads from it] "Heinous crimes against upstanding members of the community." Nobody writes about prostitutes being shot, because they won't admit they think they're cleaning up the place.
You're right. Cases like your daughter's usually go unsolved, the problem is people aren't looking for them, because they don't know that they're missing. Part of her job was to stay below the radar. Doesn't mean she was any less important.
[to the Mill Creek Killer] If killing those women made you an artist, the things you did to them after they were dead, what does that make you? I mean, really, it just doesn't seem very artistic, does it?
