Rountree: You'd think something like a plane going down would draw more attention.
Fatima: Not when there's good swells and offshore winds.

Raymond: Any landing you can walk away from.
Aiden: Mm hmm.

Raymond: Is there anything better than messin' with [Sam]?
Callen: I can't think of much.

Sam: His caretaker quit this morning.
Raymond: More like mutually parted because of irreconcilable differences.
Sam: About pancakes!
Callen: Well, I have to take Raymond's side on this. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Kilbride: I know this is not my place, Agent Rountree. But it might not get better, even if you do push. Crooked cops have gotten less for doing worse.
Rountree: Much worse.

Shyla: Trying to find privacy around here is really tough.
Fatima: Tell me about it. This [supply room] is the only place I could find to pray.
Shyla: You don't mind doing it in here?
Fatima: Not at all. Anywhere is a place of prayer ... except for washrooms and graveyards.

Sam: How'd it go?
Raymond: Dementia can eat my shorts.

Raymond: Samuel, I don't know how long a life I have. But I'm going to live it, as full a life as it can be.
Sam: I want that too.

Sam: I'd like another shot at her. Something's not right.
Deeks: I love it when he gets that look.

Kensi: Remember me?
Ferguson: Why should I remember insignificant people?

You gotta be kiddin' me.

Deeks

Sam [to Jeffries]: Where did you think the bodies come from?
Deeks: Damn, that's a good question.