Tony: Only is you're dyslexic.
Tony: Oh gosh. Sorry. We overbooked the flight.
Gibbs: If the plans leak out, you can shoot DiNozzo.
Kate: No. I think I'm destined to shoot you.
Gibbs: We're in the clear. You can get out of the body bag now. (brakes screech.)
Tony: I never thought I'd say this, but I don't think I want to.
Abby: There's a futon under my desk.
Tony: Bless you.
Abby: What are you, my priest?
Tony: Curse you?
Abby: I've got like, a Chagall feeling going on.
Tony: In a Manson family kinda way.
Fornell: How's your butt?
Tony: Still bouncing on the beltway.
