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.

That's fascinating. I one time made a potato clock.

Deeks [to Oluwa]

He's going to be fit, but thin, more cute than manly, sort of a cross between a beach-boy surfer and a terrier.

Sullivan [describing Kensi's fiancee]

Kensi: Sorry I've been so difficult.
Deeks: You've got nothing to apologize for. You've got a lot on your plate.
Kensi: I do. But I've been taking it out on you and I shouldn't do that.

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.

Callen: Kids need a supportive family.
Hanna [to Callen and Deeks]: They do. Otherwise they'll end up like you two knuckleheads.

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.

Deeks [to Eric]: You don't bring a grenade, fake or real, into interrogation. What is wrong with you?
Eric: My psych profile says that Fedor responds well to intimidation.
Deeks: We don't need to intimidate him. Do you want to know why, Beal?
Eric: Why?
Deeks: Because he's cooperating. He called us. Remember?

Sam: Why would you rob a bank if you already had millions of dollars?
G: It's gotta be something bigger than that.