Hm...? [watches Sr. drop an olive into his glass] Oh, no. You think you're James Bond, don't you? Dad, there is no "op!" Your job is to get Ziva into the party, so she can plant the bug. That's it. Then you stay out of her way! Get it?
[thinking Sr. wants to pay him back] Dad, it's okay, I mean...
[DiNozzo Sr. takes an old, much-creased picture out and shows it to Tony: the two of them, together on a dock, smiling as they hoist their catches for the camera.]
I look at that picture every morning. It's one of my fondest memories, too. Okay, from now on, we talk, hmm? Let's get out of here before we both start bawling.