Joe Mantegna: David Rossi

Lauren

David Rossi

Dr. Spencer Reid: It's another spy whose cover is LR.
Emily Prentiss: [in Reid's flashback] Lauren Reynolds is dead.
Dr. Spencer Reid: Lauren Reynolds is dead.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: What?
Dr. Spencer Reid: Lauren Reynolds is dead. Prentiss said that on a phone call 17 days ago. But her intonation wasn't surprise or grief. It was like a mantra, like she was reminding herself. Lauren Reynolds, LR.
Derek Morgan: She left her badge and gun? Why would she do that?
Dr. Spencer Reid: That doesn't make sense. Why run? We're her family. We can help.
David Rossi: Doyle's killing families. She's not married, not close to relatives. He was ready to wipe us out. She ran to protect us.

Derek Morgan: She threw a flash bang grenade into a car, she's lucky the three people inside didn't die. Is anybody else bothered by that?
David Rossi: Well, three bad guys.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: Illegal as it is, I think Prentiss knows she has to be as ruthless as Doyle.
Dr. Spencer Reid: He's come to the US to wage a public vendetta and hired a group of mercenaries to remain loyal to him. He has nothing to lose, so she has to act the same way.

David Rossi: Why were you calling Clyde Easter so much, Jack?
Jack Fahey: Anybody got a smoke? How about you, beanpole?
David Rossi: What do you think?
Dr. Spencer Reid: Narcissism masking deep-seated insecurity.
David Rossi: So if we puncture his self-image, this hood rat will talk.
Jack Fahey: Hey, hey, hey, I ain't no hood rat. You take that back.
David Rossi: Well, you look like one. You smell like one. You smell that?
Dr. Spencer Reid: Hood rat.
Jack Fahey: I am not! Take it back!
David Rossi: Hey, Jack. Do you know what a hood rat is? You see what I mean? He's just gonna have to learn the hard way.
Jack Fahey: All right, look, Clyde was gonna pay my medical bills, all right? This ear, it ain't growing back.
Dr. Spencer Reid: What happened to it?
Jack Fahey: This bitch teammate of his shot it. Said it was a warning. Thought she could take on this IRA big shot named Doyle. So I told these... What the hell, man? Jeez!
David Rossi: Where's Prentiss?
Jack Fahey: Who? I don't know!
David Rossi: Lauren Reynolds.
Dr. Spencer Reid: Where's Lauren Reynolds?
Jack Fahey: Friend of yours, is she?
David Rossi: You tell us where she is right now, or I swear, I'll send you to a prison where they'll teach you what a hood rat is.
Jack Fahey: And by the time you do, she'll be in pieces. So... my price just went up.

Jack Fahey: You know when a cigarette is best? After sex with me.
David Rossi: Mind your manners.
Jack Fahey: All right.
David Rossi: You're already extorting us for Prentiss' location.
Ashley Seaver: So, just out of curiosity, what's like working for Doyle?
Jack Fahey: He's not so tough.
Ashley Seaver: Wow. I bet you're his hookup, aren't you? I mean, after all, you're the man.
Jack Fahey: I could show you how much of a man I really am.
[Rossi moves to Jack]
Jack Fahey: All right, all right, all right. Jeez, what's with the sexy cop/bad cop routine? What do you two think...
[Jack gets shot]