Rountree: Like lightning, baby.
Sam: More like thunder. All noise.

Anna: Stop.
Callen: What?
Anna: Stop casing this place like you're looking for an exit strategy or weapons of opportunity.

These suicides tend to happen in clusters. The more exposure, the more likely someone else is to see this as a way out.

Kilbride

Deeks: [Nina's] like a walking Rosetta Stone.
Kensi: With the gravitas of a Fellini film.

Elizabeth: Hollace, I'm worried about your heart.
Kilbride: There's a first time for everything.

Rountree: Is there something different about you today?
Kilbride: I got highlights.

Fatima: Sir, you're OK. Sir, are you OK?
Kilbride: Well, considering that I have been forced to live out my so-called golden years in this overly triggered, insecurity blanket of a town, the answer is no.

Deeks: The only thing I ever started out of my dorm room was a hot-plate fire.
Kensi: What's a hot plate?
Deeks: What's a hot plate?

Clyde: [Sean] says he finds consistency to be suffocating.
Deeks: That totally makes sense.
Kensi: What?
Deeks: What? Variety is the hot spice of life.

Who did your decorating? Marie Kondo?

Elizabeth [to Kilbride]

I'm starting to think that an ark storm doesn't sound so bad.

Rountree

Sam: I've got a guy.
Callen: Of course, you've got a guy.
Sam: He's an estate lawyer, the best in the city.
Callen: I don't have an estate. I barely have a couch.