McGee: She's pretty. Who is she?
Tony: Her name's Leah. Met her last week. She's the first triple-T I've met in the last three years.
Bishop: Triple-T. Do I even want to know?
Tony: Tall. Tasty. Trust-funded.
Bishop: Petty Officer Muldoon didn't call 911 until an hour later.
Ducky: Which begs the question....
Palmer: What happened in that hour?
Bishop: If we're going to work, you got any food around here?
Gibbs: I have three TV dinners.
Bishop: No. I need some food with a little bit more food in it.
Gibbs: Then let's go get some
I don't want work to be the basis of our relationship. Look what happened to Bishop. What happens one day if we aren't allowed to talk about work with each other?Delilah
Tony: There's no way Petty Officer Muldoon would have taken him three shots to drop that guy. He would have nailed him on the first shot. He's a pro!
Leah: Yeah, well pros do miss on the first shot. You sure as hell did. Listen. Tony. You're clearly somewhere else and I'm starting to think that I should be too.
Tony: Oh no. I'm so sorry. Please, give me a second chance.
Leah: Here's my email.
Tony: Oh. Okay. When can I see you again?
Leah: Never. I just really want to know how this case you've been talking about for the last hour, turns out.
Tony: See, this is why we shouldn't go home at night. There's no point.
McGee: Where's your date?
Tony: Probably the same place your download dinner went, Mcbite me.
Delilah: No comment.
Taft: Mind if I tag along? I can explain the medical side of this little mystery better than either of you.
Gibbs: You're enjoying this, aren't you?
Taft: No. Maybe. Kind of.
David: What did your bad guy do?
Taft: Killed a young petty officer and stole a bunch of guns, apparently.
Jeanne: What, what?
Tony: No, Jeanne that's not...
Jeanne: Stolen weapons, Tony? Is that why you're here?
Tony: No, Jeanne. It isn't. Look, it never even crossed our minds.
David: Are you saying that this is about your father?
Tony: No. Look, I swear to you, this is about doctors in Africa. It has nothing to do with your father.
Gibbs: How about you? Did it get weird, her and her husband?
Tony: Do you really want to know?
Catherine: The infamous Agent Gibbs.
Gibbs: Lady, save your breath. You're barking up the wrong tree.
Taft: Oh, Gibbs?
Gibbs: Look, if you want to quit, quit, okay? I don't need you. I don't need your shrink. I don't need whoever would take your place.
Taft: Gibbs, this is Catherine. My wife.
Catherine: Look, before he comes back I just want to thank you real quick for being Cyril's friend. We've been through a lot since losing Paul. And I think this sparring you guys do? It's good for him. You're good for him, Gibbs. Very good.
Gibbs: Not as good as he's been for me.
Catherine: Not that you're going to tell him that.
Gibbs: Oh no. His head's already big enough.
David: I hope you know that, while I'm truly grateful, I'm not giving up Jeanne.
Tony: Excuse me?
David: I see the way you look at her. Frankly, the way that she looks at you would trouble me a bit if I didn't know your history.
Tony: So you know.
David: I'm her husband. I know everything. Just like I know that when affairs end badly, like yours most certainly did, they have a way of staying under the skin. Whether you want them too or not.
Tony: She's not under my skin, David.
David: It's not your skin I'm worried about.