Mindhunters

Mindhunters Quotes

Trainees in the FBI's psychological profiling program must put their training into practice when they discover a killer in their midst.

Gabe: I guess we found out his weakness: bullets.
Harris: So tomorrow, I have a senior staff meeting with the director, a Q4 performance review, and an academy course to prep. But now, instead, I get to waste my whole day at your funerals.
Bobby: I think I'll go see if the UNSUB's still in the building.
Rafe: Sweetheart, it's just a simulation, yeah?
Bobby: Where we're from, a site search is called procedure. Yeah?
Bobby: It's a number. It's a fucking number. They're all a bunch of fucking numbers.
Lucas: When I was a kid I lost both my parents. Freak thing, ten years old- BANG. - mortality. So I grew up livin' real hard; racing cars, smoking, drinking, sleeping with any girl I could find... Real stupid, dangerous lifestyle... then I turned eleven
[laughs]
Lucas: ... All I know is this; you don't confront your demons and defeat them. You confront them, then you confront them, then you confront them some more, every single day.
Rafe: Did he just pull that gun out of his ass?
Harris: Here we are. Crimetown USA. Where all the residents are dead... or about to be.
Vince Sherman: [drugged] Sara, can you feel your face? Because I can't feel your face.
Lucas: [sees maggot and worm infested food on table] Hey, dinner at Harris' house. Pass the nuts.
J.D.: [sees hanging 'corpse'] Harris, you are one sick sonofabitch.
J.D.: The lovely Nicole and her personal demons. I'm surprised there's enough room at the table for all of us.
Gabe: Iny, miny, mino, mo. Who's the next motherfucker to go?
Lucas: Well, since the end may be near here; have you always sorta kinda had a thing for me?
[Sarah pulls a huge splinter out of the wound on his arm and he grits his teeth]
Lucas: Is that a no?
Harris: Don't forget, you're 50 miles offshore so if you run out of toilet paper, you are shit out of luck.
Lucas: Your other weakness is ME.
Harris: [eating cake] Have some cake.
Harris: You're a privileged group. You're all smart or you wouldn't be here. I just want you to be smarter.
Vince Sherman: [pulls his gun from a cubby under his wheel chair and cocks it back] I'll give him a taste of the real thing.
Rafe: Did he just pull that gun out of his arse?
Lucas: [Everyone looks at Vince] We weren't suppose to bring weapons.
Vince Sherman: My gun goes where I go. If you ever get shot sometime maybe you'll understand.
Gabe: The island. The middle of nowhere. They're all professionals. What's the point?
Harris: The point is that they're isolated, alone, and forgotten. That's what it's like to be in the mind of a sociopath.
Rafe: Look.
[he sits down next to dummy of boy]
Rafe: It's little Bobby. Little gonna grow up to big and strong and pursue a career in buried children and dismembered mummies. Now that will make happy town proud.
Bobby: I think your in the wrong line of work.
[he walks away]
Rafe: [turning to dummy] No mate. Not me.
Bobby: [analyzing Girl at Bar] Good evening, my fine young FBI friends. I am a pretty little thing just out of lit class at GMU. Please note the Jimmy Joyce in my Kate Spade. My parents are loaded as per my expensive ensemble and that "J", where is it, on my key ring, means I'm either a "Jill" or a "Jennifer". Those being the favorite "J" names of beltway parents circa 1981. I like to hang with my girlfriends and have a good time but I'm really just a mature woman looking for a mature man.
J.D.: [approaching dangling cat] Here, kitty, kitty.
Rafe: [calling for a vote on Gabe] All for killing him in his sleep?
[last lines]
Sara Moore: Do you think they'll let me make profiler?
Gabe: That depends. One last question: When's the situation secure, agent?
Sara Moore: On the drive home.
Gabe: Yeah.
Sara Moore: On the drive home.
Gabe: Sir, I thought they didn't let foreign nationals into the FBI?
Harris: Don't worry. On the inside he's 100% American. Right, Rafe?
Rafe: As American as the death penalty.
Harris: That's my boy.
Rafe: [Rafe walks in and everyone looks at him] What? He said dress for an island.
Bobby: Two hundred and ninety nine million, seven hundred and ninety two thousand, four hundred and fifty eight meters per second. This is the original measurement for light.
Lucas: And you know that?
Bobby: Its the basic principal of physics
Lucas: Along with "shit happens"?
[first lines]
J.D.: How about I drive, huh?
J.D.: Ah, Harris, I will solve whatever sick, twisted crime scenario you come up with.
Lucas: I came out here to feed the ducks and I see you're feeding the ducks. Maybe we could feed the ducks together?
J.D.: It's no fun unless it's a challenge, right?
Gabe: [throws down watch] Time's up, asshole.
[Sara is tending to a wound]
Lucas: Oh, for the love of God, just take the arm.
Attacker: [sitting upright after being shot down] Man, I thought you guys were never going to get here.
[shouts]
Attacker: Hey Harris, I'm fucking starving!
Rafe: How's about your Navy?
[He pulls a wall of weapons]
Rafe: They don't muck around, do they?
Bobby: [to Rafe] The man's calling you a killer. Personally, I think you might want to defend yourself
[Rafe's head breaks off at the neck]
Sara Moore: [shocked] There's no blood. Someone drained his blood.
Gabe: What is the trap? Where is the trap?
Sara Moore: I don't know!
Gabe: What is the trap? Where is the trap?
Lucas: [exposed] This is awkward.

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