Worry’s a bully. It gives you nothing. It only takes.Grace Confalone
Bishop: Y’know, I don’t remember Gibbs having to deal with quite so much paperwork!
Reeves: That’s because he used it for kindling.
Reeves: No, really. The first steak he ever grilled for me was roasted over our fitness evals!
Woman [nervously, holding gas can]: We’re, ah, not open yet!
Torres: You might want to put up a few ‘no smoking’ signs when you do…
McGee: Why’d you have to swing so hard?
Gibbs: Why’d you have to have to break my wood carving?
McGee: Well, we went from a snowball’s chance in hell of getting out of here to a--
Gibbs: --snowball’s chance in Arizona.
El Jefe: You set off the radiation alarm!
McGee: You shouldn’t have let me near the computers.
Gibbs: It’s strictly voluntary.
McGee: I’m good.
Gibbs: Well, you got new responsibilities.
McGee: Boss, I appreciate that, but… don’t forget, I’m an NCIS Special Agent.
McGee: What did Bishop say?
Gibbs: We should go to church.
Torres: Oh, my mom would be so happy right now…
Curtis: You can call me… anything you want!
Abby: How about “Totally Inappropriate”?
Gibbs: What’ve you got?
Abby: What we’ve got is prep for a fishing trip if you’re gonna go after Moby Dick, or else Dean and Hudson were preparing for war.
Jimmy: I know you like me, too.
Gibbs [ominously]: Oh, yeah.
Jimmy: Growing less and less certain by the second.
Ducky [regarding “Goodfellas”]: Actually, I saw it with Gibbs!
Jimmy: Really? Gibbs sees movies, like made *after* 1957?
Gibbs [walks in]: What’s your point?
Jimmy: Whoa. That was an impressively quiet entrance.