McGee: You don't deserve yogurt, you know that? All you do is bash people: me, the suit guy, Jackson.
Tony: Okay. I got it. Thanks for setting me straight. You are the wind beneath my wings.
Gibbs: I asked what happened, Dad.
Jackson: I got off the highway to get some gas, and the gas station was closed. I got turned around somehow, so I took off my driving glasses and I put on my reading glasses to check the map. And I bumped into a hatchback, all right? I can see fine. Now can we go?
Asabe Dawson: Why couldn't he have just let the man have the money?
Tony: He's still a Marine, even on leave.
Jackson: He saved me, Leroy. I was flying in the wrong direction. He turned me around, brought me home on his wing.
Gibbs: Yeah, I know, Dad.
Jackson: I know you've got this case. Just wait with me for an hour.
Gibbs: There's no right way to be his son.
Ducky: Just as there is no right way for you to act as his father. The pain of watching a parent age is unlike any other. I vividly remember the first time my mother needed help brushing her hair.
Gibbs: It's backwards.
Ducky: It certainly feels like that. But in the end, well, it's simply life.
Gibbs: Dad, German? That's the most important part.
Jackson: No, son. The important thing was that we were both fliers. We were brothers up there. We were the same. We're all the same. But we keep fighting each other. Walter told me that he saved me that day because he wanted to remind himself who he was. He's dying, and all he can see is the people he killed, over ideas that weren't even his. He can't forgive himself.
Gibbs: That's not an easy thing to do, Dad.
Jackson: Walter, this is my son, Leroy.
Jackson: Walter, nothing can make up for the lives we took. We both know that. But what you did was more than you know. You made my boy possible, Walter. And he helps people, Walter. He's a good man. He's the best person I know.
Tony: Now me, I like a challenge. Pulling one over on Gibbs - that would be a feat for the ages.
McGee: What do you have - a death wish?
Tony: I like to live dangerously.
Tony: Oil business has Benham Parsa written all over it.
McGee: They don't think there's a connection. Intel shows that Parsa's still underground.
Porter: Our priority is to address the cause of this incident and figure the best way to minimize the damage.
Gibbs: A man's dead. It's hard to minimize that.
Abby: It's sage, McGee. I'm purifying my sanctuary of the negative karma left by the Halloween prankster.
McGee: Don't you think you're going a little overboard? I mean I don't like it when Tony touches my stuff either, but I just use bleach.
We live in a strange world, McGee. I miss the days when computer nerds looked like you.Tony