Tony: Jawohl mein capitan. BFF makes bomb detecting devices for the US Navy.
Executive: Suite 8700. I was there Friday.
Tony: To kill Richter?
Executive: How could you ask such a thing?
Tony: It�s my job.
Executive: Please tell me Suzanne is not dead.
Tony: Suzanne is not dead.
Executive: (stops typing)
Gibbs: Woops.
Tony: Big woops.
Gibbs: Tests? On a navy ship?
Tony: If I heard there were gonna be tests on a Navy ship you think we�d still be standing here?
Gibbs: Oh, forgot. Your minds work concurrently.
Tony: You remember when I stayed with you that time when it didn�t really go so well.
Gibbs: Yeah, I remember, Dinozzo.
Tony: Well, I was younger then, immature, a little unfocused.
Gibbs: It was six months ago, Tony.
Tony: We gotta do something, boss.
Gibbs: Have you ever made a mistake, Tony?
Tony: According to you or me?
Gibbs: You.
Tony: Yeah.
Gibbs: Could anyone make you feel better?
Tony: No.
Gibbs: My door�s unlocked.
Tony: I know.