Torres: L-E-G slide nap, you don't have to bite my head off.
Bishop: I wasn't biting your head off.
Torres: It felt like a bite.
Bishop: Wasn't a bite.
McGee: Sounds like a fight.
Bishop: Nope, nobody is fighting or biting.
Torres: I have the audacity to tell Miss. Cranky Pants over here about my killer workout in the gym.
Bishop: All I said was no bragging before my coffee which doesn't make me cranky, just not quite awake.
McGee: You're not sleeping either?
Bishop: Why, you two?
McGee: It's kind of hard to sleep ever since...
Bishop: Since the Gibbs thing.
Torres: What Gibbs thing?
McGee: The thing he told us that we all agreed not to talk about again?
Torres: Oh, please, come on. It's nothing.
Bishop: Seriously? Killing a man in cold blood is nothing?
Torres: It's not just any man. He killed the man who killed his family. The same thing any of us would do.
Bishop: Yeah, would want to do, but in reality...
McGee: Now I just keep wondering what he expects us to do about it.
Torres: But, I mean, dude. He didn't tell us so we would do anything. Gibbs has been doing nothing for years. Look, all I'm saying is that if he's unfazed, maybe we should be too.
Bishop: That's the thing: He's not unfazed. If anything, he's extremely fazed, it's been so much wider lately.
McGee: Yes, quietly distracted.
Torres: Gibbs is always distracted. The only ones distracted are you two. Just forget it, alright?
Gibbs: Forget what?
Torres: I forgot.
