NCIS: New Orleans
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Wolf: We fought cause I called his girlfriend what she is: a whore.
Brody: This her?
Wolf: That's her. Natalie..someone. Two words: hook-er.
Brody: What's going on in there?
LaSalle: Chill and spill. Chill out over food, spill what you know.
LaSalle: Punch buggy!
Brody: Hey!
LaSalle: No punch back.
Brody: No what?
LaSalle: Come on. Every body knows punch buggy. Right King?
Pride: Sweet Loretta. What is the story, morning glory?
Wade: Story is three dead. Guards were shot at close range.
Pride: Why they pay you the big bucks.
Lund: Well not exactly Daddy Warbucks. Then again, better than a barista at Starbucks.
Pride: Just take the compliment, kid.
Lund: I'm gathering that this is not a rhetorical question - one that can wait until after my drink that could possibly turn into a date?
Wade: Sebastian, have you ever considered the statistical possibilities of playing hard to get?
LaSalle: You don't worry much about cholesterol do you?
Addie: I try not to worry about anything, LaSalle. You only live once. You might as well enjoy it while you got it.
LaSalle: Don't mind if I do.
Pride: Help me out, Gibbs. Need to know what was in Babakov's interrogation file.
Gibbs: Heavily redacted?
Pride: That's why I'm on a ship in the middle of the Atlantic. Anything that's there I need to know. You got to read me in on it.
Vance: You disobeyed a direct order, Agent Pride, which puts us in the dark. We've no clue what intel Nash compromised or who Babakov was selling it too. Needless to say there's fallout. Both the CIA and SecNav want an internal investigation.
Pride: With all due respect, Director, you want me to make a choice between a traitor and one of my own, I'll take the shot every time. You want my badge, you know where to find me.
LaSalle: Can I ask you a question?
Addie: Shoot.
LaSalle: Why haven't we....
Addie: Dated? You know that's funny, because I was just asking myself the same thing.
LaSalle: Come up with anything?
Addie: Cause in about two seconds we'd be broken up. Crossing paths at work and that would just be....
LaSalle: Uncomfortable.
Addie: Bingo.
Pride: Let me re-phrase the question. Why did the sailor cross the road?
Wade: Let me re-phrase the answer. The sailor crossed against his will. Something made him do it. Now he's dead.
Pride: Talk to me Loretta.
Wade: Steinbeck
Pride: Pardon?
Wade: Gone are the days when people died of working too hard in the field. And old age was a legitimate medical diagnosis. I bring up Mr. Steinbeck because those were simpler times. Now it's all about peeling back the layers. Cases like this are mysteries, wrapped in complex enigmas.
