Deeks: I've never had a girl give me her knife before. Does that mean we're official?
Kensi: You know sometimes a knife is just a knife.

Deeks: This thing?
Kensi: Yes. Our thing.
Deeks: I'm sorry. I didn't -- I didn't hear you because there are so many people walking by. Maybe say it louder. Once more just for me.
Kensi: I hate you.
Deeks: You don't. You don't. You don't hate me.
Kensi: Our thing.
Deeks: Wow. Phew.
Kensi: You have to promise me something too.
Deeks: Anything.
Kensi: Promise you'll be patient with me.
Deeks: See you tonight.
Kensi: Yeah.

Can you do me a favor, Fern? Can you burn that shirt for me?

Sometimes a knife is just a knife.

I mean everybody's got to go at some point, right? I just don't want my cause of death to be another man's underwear.

You've heard of Obamacare? This is We-Don't-Care.

Lasers man. I hate freaking lasers.

Deeks: And there she is.
Kensi: Here I am.

Deeks: What's in the box?
Kensi: Mmm. That box?
Deeks: I mean, is there any other box?
Kensi: Apparently not.
Deeks: You didn't answer the question.

Touche.

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Kensi: And, don't smell me ever again.
Deeks: No promises.

Deeks: This is supposed to be you and I against -
Kip: Yeah, that was before you accused your best friend of murder.