Gibbs: You volunteering for that, are you DiNozzo?
Tony: Stripper. Caribbean beach. Is that a trick question?
Gibbs: Behave yourself, Skippy.
Tony: Aye, aye sir.
McGee: Listen, don't let him "probie" you.
McGee: I've been there Dornie. Tony's going to pull rank.
Dorneget: I can handle him.
McGee: Watch your back, Dornie.
Vance: You mind some company? I have an hour left with the babysitter.
Gibbs: Yeah? Where'd you go?
Vance: Supposedly group bereavement counseling. Couldn't do it. So, I'm consoling myself with some double chocolate brownies. Would you care to join me? I hate to eat alone.
Tony [to Ned Dorneget]: What in the name of Brooks Brothers are you wearing? You look exactly like what you are: a pubescent federal agent.
Tony: Couldn't help noticing you're sitting here all alone. I thought maybe you'd want some company?
Melissa: Sure. Your partner won't mind?
Melissa: I assumed you two are a couple. Just... your shirt. So...pink.
Ramsey: Looks like we got a lot of evidence to get through, huh?
Ducky: I expected to find the entire sidewall blown out, given the explosive decompression we just experienced.
Palmer: My stomach is experiencing explosive decompression.
Anything I find won't be useful to anybody if we all die from airborne corpse pathogens. A dead body can be deadly.Ducky
Light me up, Lord of the Tickets. It's story time.Tony
Careful, Mr. Palmer. Gastric acid can cut a hole right through your foot.Ducky
Palmer: Doctor. Doctor. In case your plan, as brilliant as it is, doesn't work....
Ducky: Likewise, Mr....Jimmy.
Palmer: I would rather take a stand than get shot in the back.