Franks: All the sawbones in the world...and you get Chuckles the Clown. I'll be this guy's a hoot at parties.
Gibbs: Shut up, Mike.
Forget the bourbon you tough son of a bitch. Make mine a fifteen year old single malt.Taft
Budd: Come to make the day more exciting, have you?
Tony: Oh yeah. Shooting you in the chest at close range, and a little dim sum...perfect day.
Budd: Well. By all means.
You know, I'd like to shake the hand of whomever invented the exploding bullet. And then shoot him.Taft
McGee: Gibbs was shot.
McGee: Twice. Point blank range. Luke Harris.
Rousseau: Look at you, brimming with confidence. But who is the one needing answers? We're calling the shots.
Gibbs [stabs Rousseau in the hand with a pen]: No more playing. My rules. My game.
Rousseau: The game is changing.
Gibbs: Oh yeah. You bet it is.
Time to dance, Agent Gibbs. Mind if I lead?Taft
Kelly: That was a good day.
Gibbs: We had a lot of them.
Kelly: Not any more. You don't have good days now. You spend too much time thinking about the past.
Gibbs: Plenty to think about.
Kelly: You have to stop, dad. Things are different. It's about the future now. There are too many people counting on you.
Tony: They're working on him now. I'm going to stay here until he's out of surgery.
Vance: No you're not. The best thing you can for Gibbs now is your job.
Vance: If The Calling is still operating in Iraq, you need to get back there while the trail's still hot.
Tony: Look sir. No one wants Daniel Budd stopped more than I do...
Vance: Then we don't stop, DiNozzo, until The Calling's dismantled and this psychopath is either captured or dead. We owe Gibbs that much. Are. We. Clear?
Tony: We're clear.
Vance: Apparently your walk included a visit with Matthew Rousseau. Would you mind telling me why?
Gibbs: Just following up.
Vance: With your pen stuck in his hand?
Gibbs: Is that where I left it?
Taft: My wife and I lost our son two years ago. Leukemia. If I wasn't back at it, I'd be nowhere. Literally.
Gibbs: Well I'm glad you're back at it.
Taft: Are you?
Gibbs: What does that mean?
Taft: Just a feeling I get. You see, I have two kinds of patients. Those who revere me for saving their lives. And those who despise me for the same reason. Which one are you, Gibbs?
Gibbs: Things are changing. Can't do it alone.
Taft: I've met your team. Who says you're alone?
Vance: You're here on administrative duty. With DiNozzo away, I figure McGee and Bishop would appreciate your support. In the office, not in the field.
Gibbs: Look. Leon I'm not going try and sit here and tell you I'm 100%...but chaining me to a desk?
Vance: You can take it, or go home.