[holding Ziva up on his shoulders as she bangs on the escape hatch] I'm so glad we broke protocol and took the elevator. Who's bright idea was that anyway?
Xenia Onatopp, the Bond villain from Goldeneye. Famke Janssen. She would kill men by squeezing her well shaped, muscular thighs. [cringes as Ziva squeezes his neck]
I could think of worse ways to die. [pushes on hatch] I am almost there! We're stuck!
Keep pushing, thigh master. I'm starting to enjoy this.
Something is blocking it. It is jammed. They're going to have to open it from the outside. [slides down Tony's back as the elevator shifts] We slipped.
Did we? I thought the earth moved.
How much longer are we going to be stuck in here? Hello?! Anybody!
It's been hours, Tony. I cannot take much more of this.
What's that supposed to mean? I suppose it is getting a little ripe in here.
I'm not ripe! You, on the other hand, are pungent!
[sniffs himself and coughs] Well, it could be worse. You could be stuck in this tin can with Miguel from human resources.
[laughs] He sweats more than anyone I've ever known.
How about Jeremy from office operations? That guy. He's always undressing you with his eyes. I mean, he's fun, but a little creepy.
Hey, what if one of those men is dead?
[They sit in silence but are startled at a knock, then the doors open]
[shoves the fireman out of the way] There you are!
Abby, I've never been more happy to see your gorgeous face.
You guys must be ready to kill each other. I mean, I can't think of who I'd want to be stuck in an elevator with, except maybe Amelia Earhart, or Michelle Obama, or Joan of Arc, or the whole cast of Cirque du Soleil in case I got bored I could --
Good news: McGee was released from the hospital.
[glum] Great. I'm sure he has a nice, big scar to show for it.
Well, the doctor said it is not too significant, and maybe --
Maybe if the doctor had diagnosed Harper Dearing as a clinical nutjob years ago, then none of this would have happened!
Okay. I see you are upset. I mean, we are upset too, but we're safe, and you have to focus on that. You have to focus on the good.
The good. What good? Harper Dearing took that away. First he goes after innocent sailors, and then he comes after us where we live. All I see is pain and destruction. I don't see good. I want good back.
Abby, if anyone can find the good, it is you. I have no doubt.
What if this isn't over? What if Dearing isn't done?
A terrorist is only as strong as the fear he creates.
Ziva, please. Kick. His. Ass.
Doctor Mallard, I've been holding on to the body for the family. No one ever contacted us.
Well, claiming the remains of wanted men has always been taboo, Mr. Palmer. Forensic historians have shown more interest in their bodies than family members. That's why John Wilkes Booth has always been a fascination for me. You see, his --
Duck, you're not here, remember?
Yes, but I am alive, and until I am embalmed and buried there will be stories to tell, and I look forward to telling them.
[Gibbs confronts Dearing at the house where Dearing's son Evan was born; he listens to tapes from Evan's Navy service.]
DDearing
[from the kitchen] Turn that off, will you? Evan used to send us cassette tapes to listen to, see how he was doing... please.
[Gibbs shuts the tape player off, and looks inside the kitchen, where Dearing is working with a coffee machine]
DDearing
Trying to make you a nice cup of coffee. I know you like it, but this... [chuckles] This machine is impossible. How about something stronger?
[Dearing pours two glasses of whiskey and offers one to Gibbs, who shakes his head.]
DDearing
I'm glad you came, Gibbs. I was hoping you'd figure it out eventually - the house where Evan was born. I'm sure you have similar feelings for Kelly's home. "Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it." Mary Shelley. [pause] You and I are a lot alike, you know. You made one decision, I made another. We both did what we had to do. [walks over to the window, with a gun on the windowsill; Gibbs spots it, and pulls his knife] You have a job to do, Gibbs; I've done mine. Do I have regrets? Yeah... some. But not all. Maybe things happen for a reason.
[Dearing grabs the gun and turns, but Gibbs knocks it from his hand and stabs him; Dearing stares at him before slumping to the floor, dead.]
