Callen: Somewhere Granger is laughing.
Sam: Can't hear it. We're dead.

Yeah, I see where you're going with this. Popeye ate spinach,Popeye was a sailor, so... we're looking for a crew member with giant forearms, smoking a pipe.

Sam: You know what they say when your partner starts sounding like your wife.
Callen: Get a new wife.

Callen: Now, we know where to go if we need a Deeks replacement.
Sam: Can't we just get one from the pound like last time?

Callen: You know what I'm doing after we get this guy?
Sam: What's that?
Callen: I'm getting a hobby.
Sam: Maybe you should start scrapbooking our cases.

Hetty: That could have been a trap, but those men went anyway.
Sam: That's what we do.

Sam: It's not a game.
Eric: No, it's not.

Callen: SEALs don't kill for jealousy.
Sam: But they would kill a traitor.

(Deeks doesn't want to go into the desert and wants Sam to go instead)
Deeks: You are African-American and Africa is hot.
Sam: I'm from Brooklyn, Huckleberry.

Sam: (about Deeks)One of these days, I'm going to kill him.
Callen: Maybe he grows on you.
Sam: So does Ringworm.

Callen: What's the safe word?
Sam: Headlock.
Callen: Really? Use headlock in a sentence.
Sam: I wasn't planning on using it.

Callen: I'm all for going green, reducing our footprints, but if Hetty has her way we're going to be reusing our bullets.
Sam: She just wants us to recover our brass, if possible.
Callen: Reusable water bottles, no more paper towels, no more paper cups, what's next to go?
Sam: Saving the planet, G.
Callen: Don't come whining to me when she replaces our toilet paper with used post its.