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.

Sometimes a knife is just a knife.

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

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.

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.

Kensi: I have a boyfriend.
Deeks: So does my girlfriend.

Kensi: My name is Fern. Hi.
Deeks: You're Fern. It's so nice to meet you, Fern. I'm Max.

Can we pretend for a second that we are just a boy and a girl who are hanging out?

Callen: Something tells me you know something we don't.
Deeks: Crazy, right?

She's the bravest.

Deeks: Guess this makes the thumb drive his frozen lake.
Kensi: I guess it does.
Deeks: He'll do that right thing.

Kensi: It's not going to work. I'm standing on my frozen lake.
Deeks: I don't know what that means.