Deeks: So all we need is patience.
Nell: Mahatma Gandhi?
Deeks: Axl Rose, I think. Could be Mel Gibson.

Kensi: You trying to be funny?
Sullivan: Actually I was shooting for disarming, with a touch of charm.

Road rage and a capture. You don't see that every day, even in L.A.

Callen

We both know that you don't have the balls.

Hetty [to Mattias]

It's a close one. Gotta go to the judges. And by unanimous decision, it's give-em-hell Nell.

Deeks

Deeks: Keystroke logger? I tried one of those at a microbrewery in Seattle, although I prefer the complex aroma of a good ale.
Nell: Come on, Deeks.

Nell: I just think of our guys as indestructible. I think about how cool it is to be a special agent, and then something like this happens, and suddenly you realize how quickly it can come to an end.
Eric: Kinda makes you want to stay in Ops, huh?
Nell: Kinda, yeah.

Deeks: I like that Sullivan. I'm glad you made a friend.
Kensi: He's not really a friend. He's more an obnoxious ass I was trying to shut up.

Kensi [to Callen and Hanna]: I miss this, you guys, I really miss this.
Hanna: You'll be back in no time. Just keep at it.

Nell: Because he's the one who took Fedor down, he claims to have a unique insight into what makes him tick.
Hanna: He threw a flash-bang at the guy. He didn't do a psych profile.
Nell: Oh, but he did. And it's 17 pages long. I think by Page 5, Granger just wanted him to get out of here.

Get her [Hetty] some damn tea. Make it strong And get her some Scotch too. I want her awake and I want her talking.

Duggan

In fact, if it were up to me, your trial would look like something straight out of Salem, the only difference being those poor women were innocent.

Duggan [to Hetty]