Don't you have a jacket or something? I don't need the whole neighborhood checking out my wife.

Baked cookies my ass!

You got techno blaring, there's blood running throughout the entire house. It's like an episode of Dexter in here.

Kensi: Is that a fanny pack?
Deeks: No, it's a bro-sack.

Kensi: And, take that off.
Deeks: All right.
Kensi: (gasps) Oh, my God, not your pants.
Deeks: What? Oh, my bad. Thought you wanted me to take my pants off.
Kensi: I can't believe you just did that.

Aunt Hetty definitely warned me about her.

It's Rob and Bob. I should have known. Their macaroons sucked, no way they are gay.

Deeks: Really? Bra holster?
Kensi: Really? Furry handcuffs?
Deeks: Little gift from our friends.

Wifey? Light of my life? Sugarbear?

Easy Wonder Twins, you're scaring the old folks.

Freaks, Geeks, and Deeks.

Kensi

Danny: Can I help you with something?
Deeks: Just thinking about your hair. Is it bulletproof?