[as they are waiting in Evidence Garage] Ooh! Tarot cards. Want to see what happens next?
Tony
I am dying with anticipation. [gets distracted]
Tony! We are about to summon the elusive elements of the cosmos. Concentrate.
Tony
I'm with you. Call the spirits. Tell them to bring a pizza.
[walks in, smiling and carries a coffee to McGee's desk] For the one you got me last week.
[leans in to see what he's looking at on screen and gasps] That is quite a kiss, McGee!
[grins] Not bad for a wallpaper, huh?
[chuckles] Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself. [muses] I have never seen a tongue quite so... long.
Tony
[walks in, looking at them curiously] McGee has a long tongue?
No, but the cutie-pie he's kissing does.
Tony
McGee's kissing a girl?
Tony
Why not?
This is McGee's private photograph. And if he does not want you to see it here, then you have to respect his wishes. Or... [hits a key to bring it up on the squadroom plasma screen] ...see it elsewhere.
[The picture turns out to be a very sweet one of McGee kneeling next to the dog Jethro, who is licking his face.]
Tony
[laughs] Oh, McRomeo... you should save that stuff for the bedroom.
Tony
Jealous? I don't think so. What you're doing there could be illegal in some states.
[Tony and Nikki make video contact with Abby's lab from Baghdad.]
I didn't know you two were sharing a room.
Tony
We're not exactly sharing a room.
(whispering furiously) Either they are sharing a room, or not sharing a room, I do not see what is so exact or not exact about it!
[She pastes a fake smile on her face and turns back to the screen.]
Tony
What are you doing?
I'm checking into Locke's missing girlfriend. You?
Tony
Same.
[...]
Tony
Checking her medical records.
Why? Do you think she's been lying in some hospital unable to communicate?
Tony
No, I think she's been lying in a shallow grave unable to communicate.
Medical records are privileged information. You need a subpoena.
Tony
Not if you have an IOU from a county clerk with a very expressive poker face.
[McGee and Ziva are playing Scrabble]
Tony
Hey, what's going on here? Did I get off on the wrong floor, I thought this was an office.
Officer David and I are engaged in a linguistic developmental exercise intended to bolster her English vocabulary.
Tony
[chuckles] That's good. Do you think Gibbs will buy it?
It is not my vocabulary that needs bolsterment, McGee.
Not a word. Hence the scoreboard.
Tony
[chuckles] Yeah, 50-point cushion for the professor. And there's only one tile left to play.
[smiles] Gonna be kind of tough to play that 'q' without a 'u'.
Did not. Process of elimination, I counted the tiles on the board.
Tony
You suck the fun out of everything, McCheat. [Ziva suddenly looks in thought] Give it up, Ziva.
[Ziva takes her Q tile and plays it in front of an I.]
[frowns and stares at the board] "Kwee"? I don't think so.
[smiles] Chi. As in life energy that flows through all things.
Tony
You should have seen that one coming, Probie Wan Kenobi.
[laughs] Sixty-two points!!!
Tony
Jedi wins.
[walking in] You all are! Grab your gear. Playtime's over.
[McGee panics, opening Ziva's drawer and dumping the tiles and board in, haphazardly sweeping the ones on desk to the floor as she gives him an odd look and the team gets ready to go.]
Uhh... that was a, uh, language exercise we weren't actually playing.
Tony
So he didn't actually lose.
So he wasn't actually humiliated.
[Ziva and Tony look at each other and chuckle on their way out.]
[hurries after them, muttering] "Kwee"....
[Ziva is confusing Tony as they talk at the crime scene.]
Tony
We've gotta figure out what he was doing here.
And with whom he was doing it.
Tony
Doing what with?
Whatever it was he was doing when he was undone.
Tony
[confused look] Done... what?
In, my dear fellow. Done in. Don't you understand the Queen's English?
Tony
Not this queen.
Tony
The needle is below E, E stands for empty, we have less than empty, and we don't even know where it is!
ZTZiva and Tony
[at same time] What!
Tony
slightly annoyed, gets out of the car and starts pumping gas Why don't you make yourself useful?
Tony
I said, why don't you make yourself useful?
What do you want me to do? Hold your nozzle?
Tony
Get us a map [Ziva makes a face, gets out of the car and starts walking to the store] ...And some white powder doughnuts and the blue ice gatorade. [she pauses, smacks her ass and keeps walking without turning around.]
Tony
[talking on the webcam to McGee, he puts on a pirate-ish Irish accent] Ah, life in the ocean blue, me hearties. If the scurvy don't get you, the pox will. And tell me this, me little McShipmate, how is that scurrilous, blackhearted, pirate king of ours, Captain One-Shot Gibbs?
[walking on-sceen, but Tony can see him.] I'm just fine, DiNozzo.
Tony
[startled] Oh! Um... ah. [headslaps himself] There you go, boss. Welcome aboard.
Tony
I'm on it, boss. What am I on, McGee?
Tony
Oh, yeah! Just me and 5000 of my closest friends. I AM NEVER ALONE! [looks over shoulder, then whispers] I really need to come home, boss.