Callen: So that's what this is all about? Some kind of apology?
Pembrook: My whole life since DRONA has been an apology.

Kilbride: Someone has to do this god-forsaken job.
Sam: You make it sound so appealing, Admiral.

Deeks: And we're sure this girl's mother can be trusted?
Kensi: It's carpool, Deeks. It doesn't require a security clearance.

And you said I don't take you anywhere.

Deeks [to Kensi]

People have entirely too much time on their hands.

Kilbride [to Fatima]

You wouldn't have any kale that doesn't taste like kale, would you?

Deeks [to Graham]

Kensi: I'm talking about actual alone time, just you and me. Like romance. Do you even remember what that feels like?
Deeks: We don't need romance. We're married.

I think the prices in this neighborhood might have just dropped.

Sam [to Rountree]

I'm starting to get the sense that tech wasn't exactly this department's thing.

Fatima [to Rountree]

Van Sant: First cold case?
Sam: Yeah.
Van Sant: Couple of virgins. This'll be fun.

Kensi: Sweetie, I want Rosa to be safe too. But she cannot spend her life covered in bubble wrap.
Deeks: You're right. You're right. I thought we could just do a light to medium layer of packing peanuts.

Callen: Maybe Britney took part of her killer with her.
Sam: She kept fighting until the end.