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McGee: Your lab is working on laser technology?
Bishop: Next big stick in naval warfare.
Dr. Havana: These lasers aren't weaponized.
McGee: Data transfer?
Dr. Havana: Yes. Very good.
McGee: I read somewhere that NASA is sending data to the moon at 662 megabits per second. Word is that by using each color on the spectrum that transfer speed could be multiplied. John Hopkins. MIT
Bishop: Humble brag, much?
- Permalink: Humble brag, much?
McGee: Gibbs would never leave you out of the loop on something like this.
Tony: He didn't.
Bishop: You knew? So why bother fighting with her?
Tony: She fights back. I have a type.
- Permalink: She fights back. I have a type.
Abby: So I can date him?
McGee: Absolutely not. You don't know a thing about this guy. Aside from this totally comprehensive background check.
Bishop: When my grandma died, it helped me just to talk about her. Maybe you guys could tell me what Jackson was like.
Abby: He gave the best hugs.
McGee: He was the only one that could the Gibbs stare at Gibbs.
Tony: With those icy blue eyes. He gave me the sweater off his back once. White. Two functional pockets. Very soft.
- Permalink: Reminiscing about Jackson.
McGee: Abby, this email came through two minutes ago.
Tony: Two minutes is two years in Abby time. You know that.
- Permalink: Two minutes is two years in Abby time. You know that.
McGee: What do you get if you kick a dog? Trip to Hawaii?
Tony: Death by Abby.
- Permalink: Death by Abby.
Bishop: All we know for sure is that he went to college with Amanda Kendall. His murder could be a coincidence.
McGee: Rule 39, Bishop.
Bishop: Right. No such thing as a coincidence. I knew that one.
- Permalink: Coincidence, schmincidence.
McGee: Aaah! God! What is that?
Christopher: Certified purified organic cat urine and body odor.
- Permalink: Eau de Street
McGee: I'm not spending the night out here, Tony. I'm cold and I'm starving.
Tony: I'd say stop by the car, there's a slice of pizza left but we can't blow your cover, man.
McGee: I've been out here for hours and I've gotten nowhere. No one's seen him for days. They think he moved on.
Tony: Don't give up. Boy it's pretty toasty in this car.
- Permalink: Tony poking the McBear.
Abby: Wish I could have done more to help him.
McGee: Abby you can't solve everyone's problems. Some people have demons they have to overcome.
- Permalink: Abby's frustration with her limited ability to help.
Tony: How long?
McGee: Just this once? Okay it's been the whole time. We've been working late. I was weak.
Tony: I don't even know who you are anymore.
McGee: Wait, please, I have another one. Here. Take it. It's yours.
Tony: You can't buy me with your pepperoni. I want steak. Creamed spinach. French fries.
Bishop: Can I get in on this?
McGee: Yes. Absolutely. Steaks all around, my treat. Let's go.
- Permalink: McGee gets busted.
McGee: Look you've only been back to work a week. Maybe you should slow down.
Delilah: Slow down?
Gibbs: Delilah, what he's saying is let us check it first. Right Tim?
- Permalink: Gibbs to the rescue.