The prints were made by a residue of polysaccharide dust derived from belta-glucose. What makes it interesting, is the backbone of D-xylopyranose, linked with eight xylose units... Panda poop.
Gibbs
Panda?
Poop. Which is why it fluoresces, like all other poop does. What makes it really, really interesting... is the sodium hydrochloride: a.k.a Chlorine bleach.
[pause] I, lost you at "poop", huh.
Gibbs
Uh-huh.
[Tony enters the squad room singing "Luck Be a Lady" out loud and listening to his iPod]
[Ziva makes the "cut it out" sign]
Hi. [notices Gibbs glaring at him] Hey Boss. Sorry about that. It's, uh, Sinatra. You gotta sing along. I mean it's Old Blue Eyes, Chairman of the Board. I'm gonna rat pack it up.
[Gibbs turns and glares at Abby, who is smiling away]
[McGee is intently listening to his iPod at his desk]
MSMcGee's iPod
Becoming an alpha male means that without saying a word, you're able to project confidence and sexuality simply through your body language....
[Unbeknownst to McGee, Gibbs has been standing right next to him glaring at him all this time. McGee notices and jumps, startled.]
MIT lecture. [Gibbs continues staring at him] Nothing I can't listen to on my own time.
It's the newest version Gibbs. It's 160 gigabytes. You could download like 40,000 songs.
Gibbs
I only listen to 5, Abs.
Gibbs
No! Five!
Oh Gibbs, we really have to broaden your horizons. I could download some of my music for you.
[Col Mann and Gibbs are in front of the house/crime scene while Tony, Ziva and McGee are prepping and bringing their equipment out of the van]
Her rock smashes his scissors, which puts the Colonel on top.
You work for me on this one Jethro. It's my army base, my crime scene.
Gibbs
And my people, my office.
[McGee observes Mann and Gibbs from the van]
They know we're still seeing each other?
[Gibbs smiles at her]
Same thing. But an excellent question nonetheless, Probie.
[Inside Director Jenny Shepard's office]
We have, uh, a little issue.
You want to tell her, Agent Gibbs?
Gibbs
[mutters] No, not particularly.
Is this issue going to involve lawyers?
It already did. [Gibbs looks away uncomfortably] It's his ex-wife. She's a material witness.
And which ex would that be?
Gibbs
Stephanie.
What number is she again? Second?
Gibbs
Third.
All right. You lived in Europe with her for a while, Frankfurt?
Gibbs
Moscow.
Gibbs
One.
Well, it's hard to live in Moscow. With anyone. [to Mann] Do you think he should "divorce" himself from this case, Colonel Mann?
Nor do I. I don't see a problem if you conduct the interview. [to Gibbs] Do you have a problem with Colonel Mann interviewing your ex-wife Agent Gibbs?
Gibbs
Do I have a choice?
[Gibbs, Mann, Abby, Tony and Ziva confront Fred at the elevator]
Gibbs
So it was greed, huh.
My acting boss says you ain't going anywhere.
Gibbs
What did you sell and who did you sell it to?
FFred
Maybe if you cut me a deal, I'll tell you.
Gibbs
[smiles] Abby?
[Gibbs steps aside and Abby punches Fred in the face. Everyone winces except...]
[Tony arrests Fred]
[At Fornell's office]
Gibbs
Who do you work for Tobias? Homeland Security or the FBI?
World's on my shoulders Gibbs.
Gibbs
World made of paper.
[...]
Kinda defeats the purpose of e-mail when you have to print it all out for the file anyway.
Gibbs
Yeah. That's why I don't use it.
Really? Not because you can't figure out how to work it?
[watching an arrest in MTAC] An NCIS production. Brought to you by Leroy Jethro Gibbs. [On screen, FBI agents are running into building] Starring, as usual, the FBI, and the elusive Kamal Konkani.
Gibbs
Freeze it.
[The picture freezes as Fornell and Krieger seize the real Kamal.]
[British accent] The Dread Pirate Roberts, I presume.
[mimicking his accent] Did you get her number?
[Abby comes up to the empty squadroom late at night when no one else is there. She sits at Gibbs' desk and puts on his glasses.]
[Imitating Gibbs] I heard that, DiNozzo. Another wise-ass comment like that, I'll smack you so hard, your grandchildren will feel it. [Looks at McGee's desk] Think it's funny, McGee? Wipe that smile off your face. [Looks at Ziva's desk] That goes for you, too, David. [Picks up the phone] Special Agent Gibbs! [Speaking normal, slowly takes off Gibbs' glasses] You're standing behind me, aren't you?
Gibbs
Yep. [comes over] Feeling very secure about your job, are you, Abs?
[Tony is fiddling with his computer, the plasma screen goes blank.]
Gibbs
Tell me you didn't just lose all that information!
McGee! [McGee hunches over Tony's computer] Space bar?
[typing] Just push the buttons I tell you to push, monkey.
Love is not treating you well, my friend.