We've got a nuke in a haystack.

Deeks

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.

Callen: Sounds like Duncan has a girlfriend.
Kensi: Or, a cross-dressing fetish.

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.

Deeks

Every sentence [on a podcast] begins with,'You know, I read somewhere.'

Callen [to Sam]

Hetty: This house must not fall.
Eric: Does anyone else feel like an abandoned puppy?
Nell: You've got to suck it up, Beagle. You've got work to do.

Kensi: You don't even remember their names.
Deeks: Cat, Mindy, Mandy, Tiffany, and Tiffany. How can you forget such a pantheon of crazy girl names?

I just want to fill our lives with stuff that we both love.

Nell [to Eric]

How are young people to find their North Star when the damn thing could be photoshopped?

Sam [to Callen]

Who did your decorating? Marie Kondo?

Elizabeth [to Kilbride]

He's alive. You did that.

Turk [to Kensi]

I trusted my training.

Nell