Kensi: They're fighting. They're definitely fighting.
Deeks: That's the understatement of the century. It's more like a geriatric WWE.
Kensi: Callen, do you want us to go in?
Callen: Well, we could wait a minute.

Arkady: Mira!
Callen: You know this woman?
Arkady: Biblically.

Arkady: I must tell you I hate this place. It smells like crab shack. At least in my safe house, we had blended drinks.
Callen: I'll keep that in mind the next time someone decides to attack you.

Nancy Drew, you've done it again.

Deeks [to Kensi]

Arkady: Am I alive?
Kilbride: Judging by the looks of this table, barely.
Arkady: Listen. A Russian would not look for another Russian at a bar that serves rum-based drinks. It is a brilliant and delicious plan.

Arkady: Grisha?
Kilbride: Guess again.

Rountree: Should I call Callen?
Kilbride: No. If you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself.

Hooked on Phonics couldn't save us now.

Riffat [to Fatima]

Deeks [to Rountree]: You do realize that I'm a detective, right?
Kensi: Actually, we're both detectives, babe.
Deeks: See? Nothing gets by us.

Parker: I think this place is growing on you.
Kilbride: Why do you hurt me?

Jane: Seriously, how do you guys work here?
Sam: Whattaya mean?
Jane: Oh, you're like the two crazy old cat ladies who doesn't realize their house smells.

Jane: I thought [Hetty's] been AWOL for months.
Callen: She still is.
Jane: Then how the hell does she know what we're doing here?
Sam: Behold the many mysteries of Hetty.