Tim McGee Quotes
Abby: Hey Tony.
McGee: Vance got a call.
Tony: Ziva. Are we sure?
McGee: I'm so sorry, Tony.
Kort: Old friends, and new. But not the one I expected.
Tony: I'm here.
Kort: DiNozzo. I had no idea she'd be in the farmhouse. You know that.
Tony: Do I?
Kort: There's nothing personal. Strictly business.
McGee: It is personal. It's Ziva.
Tony: She was my family.
McGee: What's our next move, boss?
Gibbs: We're going to find Jacob Scott. We're going to kill him.
Monroe: Now I want you tell me that one more time. How you won that money at the races. Can you do that? See, you just open your mouth [Monroe gets in close and rubs her hands up his torso] and say "I won that money, fifty grand, betting on the horses." Can you do that for me? Please?
Kane: Then what happens?
Reeves: I can't wait to find out.
McGee: Same here.
Kane: I didn't get that fifty grand from betting the horses.
Monroe: Good boy.
Abby: McGee, I want to celebrate that you can light up a room as fast as you can ping a phone.
McGee: Well thanks!
Abby: Hashtag: living rocks.
Gibbs: Hashtag get to the point.
Abby: Oh my God, Gibbs. You just used the word hashtag in a sentence
McGee: I figured it out.
Tony: Where the bad guys are hiding?
McGee: No, your apartment. The giveaway was the fact that Gibbs, Fornell and Abby knew about it. So I figured it was case related.
Tony: Good guess, Inspector Clouseau.
McGee: Not a guess. Your apartment was the scene of a triple homicide.
Tony: Amazing what a good paint job will do. Previous owners hacked up the body with an electric carving knife.
McGee: You know, the fact that so much time has passed now, you don't even have to disclose those deaths when you sell.
Tony: Wait, is that true?
McGee: Good morning, Ellie.
Bishop: Good morning, Tim.
Bishop: Here we go. A homeless guy. Doesn't really look like Tony.
McGee: Give him a few years.
Tony: What's the matter?
McGee: I'm getting a call from myself.
Bishop: Answer it. See what you want.
I'm expecting a call from a jeweler. I've been looking at diamond rings.
Bishop: I was thinking. Anyone who would make you a seven-layer burrito on a weekday before work....that is love.
McGee: I was thinking the same thing.