NCIS
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Bishop: If you could send those reports, that'd be great.
Tony: Reports would be good. And keep us in the loop on anything else.
Martinez: Sure thing, Di-knows-it-all. Sure thing.
Is she single? No. That's a bad idea. I mean, she reminds me of someone annoying. I just can't figure out who it is.
Tony
McGee: I should have been here when you woke up.
Delilah: You're here now.
Boss, would you mind sitting with me?
McGee
Delilah: What is it?
McGee: I don't know. I can't hear. I'll meet you inside?
Delilah: Okay.
Tony: Tim butt-dialed me.
McGee: Well it doesn't mean you have to listen.
Tony: Oh yes it does. I find you compelling, Tim.
Bishop: Coyne was seeing Petty Officer 1st Class Patrice Gates.
Tony: They bonded over a shared love for kettle corn and home improvement shows. He snuck into her quarters on a nightly basis and she flew his drone.
McGee: Delilah? This is not a good time.
Delilah: Well I'm not here to see you.
McGee: Then who?
Vance: Me. If that's okay with you, Special Agent McGee.
Bishop: We still have a dead petty officer and a missing drone. Shouldn't we be, you know, investigating?
Tony: This is our process, Bishop. You have your earbuds and chess metaphors, we have this. Don't knock it.
Mann: It's been six years. You must have something to say.
Gibbs: No, no I'm good.
Mann: Hmm.
Gibbs: If you want to talk, you should ride with DiNozzo.
Oh, boo hoo. My super hot, super smart girlfriend likes me too much? McGee, this is not about space. It's about you being scared. Scared that things aren't going to work out, and somebody's going to get hurt, and then you have to deal with those messy emotions. Delilah is like the best thing that's ever happened to you. You can't protect yourself from everything.
Abby
Bishop: No, Daniel Coyne is a victim. Whoever else has been targeted is a victim. You're a terrorist, and you're going to serve fifty years in federal prison.
Tony: Minimum.
Pace: They're incredible, these weapons I've helped build. You sit behind a computer monitor. Point, click and thousands of miles away, total destruction. Parsa thinks it's only fair we get a taste.
