3×23 – Fünfzehn Jahre | Hiatus – Part 1

Tony: Abby! Front and center. You too Ziva. Let’s go! I know what happened. (Abby and Ziva start talking at the same time) Hey! If there’s going to be any bitch slapping on this team, I’ll do it. Clear? Good. Now shake hands. Shake. (Abby and Ziva reluctantly shake hands) There we go. That wasn’t so tough. Was it? Now how about a little hug? Big buddy hug. Come on. (They hug) Now a deep tongue kiss. (Both women hit Tony) Now we feel better.

Tony: Coffee…
Jenny: What?
Tony: Coffee, it’s a sure-fire way to wake Gibbs up.
Jenny: Good idea. But he’s intubated so we’ll have to use the I.V.

Palmer: Who would sit on an explosive?
Ducky: Someone who didn’t know they were sitting on the explosive.
Palmer: Of course.
Ducky: Did it myself once. No twice. First time I was young, second time foolish.
Palmer: Why were you sitting on an explosive, Doctor?
Ducky: I just told you… I was young and foolish. Haven’t you been listening?

Tony: If there’s going to be any bitch slappin‘ on this team, it’s going to be me!

McGee: Abby slapped Ziva and Ziva slapped Abby!
Tony: Damn! I missed it?

Ziva: Ducky, drip it!
Ducky: You mean drop it or zip it?
Ziva: American idioms drive me up the hall!
Ducky: Well, actually… never mind

Abby: What’s the matter? Never heard a girl fart before?
McGee: Guys! That was the hippo!
Abby: Are you sure, McGee?
McGee: Yes, because yours are more…feminine…

Ziva: Tony, your dying words are going to be, I’ve seen this film.