Where is Captain Westcott, other than at the forefront of your mind?
He's headed home. Doc ok-ed me getting into the ambush and I pushed. Pushed too hard.
It's obvious that you feel a grave responsibility towards this young man.
Ducky, I sent home plenty of Marines like Westcott. I knew their heads weren't right. I hoped that there would be someone on the other side to catch them.
You had no choice. You had to stay behind. It was your duty.
I'm on the other side now. I tried to catch Westcott. I didn't, he wouldn't let me.
And when do you take no for an answer?
You can't fix the world, Jethro. But you can call the boy.
[Tony and Ziva are in the car on a stake out]
[cheerfully] Yup, well, I think the sun is virtually up so let me be the first to wish you Happy Thanksgiving. Gobble, gobble. [chuckles, Ziva looks to him in annoyance] How about the boss? Planning the big host this year. Turkey legs by the fire.
[irritated] Shut up! I'm sick of you sitting in this car being nice to me!
[smiles] My deepest apologies.
You're only being nice because you want me to tell you what you want to know.
Then tell me and I'll stop being nice.
[sigh] Fine. I'll make it up. [loudly] He's a veterinarian.
I can't be nice, I might as well be loud. Does it make you laugh?
[laughs sarcastically] You're such a child. And then you wonder why I cannot talk to you.
So he's a hilarious veterinarian who likes the opera.
Why do you care?! I thought we were past caring about these things.
Past them? Look, I don't care who the guy is. I just thought, we were, you know, telling each other things about things. The things that..you know, matter.
Tony, there is no funny veterinarian. There is no one, actually.
He means how you got Hall and brought him back to us.
PPatterson
[shocked] What? That wasn't me Captain. That was you.
[to himself] I didn't run away.
You didn't run. Forgive yourself for the rest.
I just wish it would've mattered.
PPatterson
[to Gibbs] "The General" never ran from anything. [to Westcott] It mattered. To us.
