[Gibbs is interrogating Commander Foley. Kate and Tony are watching in the observation room.]
You testified on his behalf at the trial. You certainly seemed to be sympathetic to his situation.
Coming home and finding his wife in the bedroom with another guy?
FFoley
Well, wouldn't that bother you?
Oh yeah. It bothered me a hell of a lot. Only I chose divorce over murder.
He's lying. Establishing rapport through shared communication.
Of course I'm-- [pauses] Not.
I was coming home from a three-month float in the Med. Not six months in a war zone.
[...]
[There is a knock on the door and McGee enters interrogation room]
Uh sorry. Can I see you for a second, Boss?
[stunned] Oh, I can't believe I'm seeing what I'm seeing.
[Tony is playing a computer game]
I thought you couldn't type.
I decided to improve myself.
Well, in that case, you might want to lose that shirt. It went out of style three years ago.
This from a girl who keeps a puka shell necklace in her purse.
My grandma gave me those. Wait, you looked in my purse?
Sorry, did I say that out loud?
Tony, you were so lucky you didn't have sisters growing up.
Because you never have reached puberty. Of course one could argue you still haven't reached it. Very professional.
It's 9:30 in the morning.
I'm on Greenwich Mean Time.
Well, you're gonna be on unemployment if Gibbs catches you doing that.
[walks in] Catch him doing what, Kate? [Kate quickly switches his game off while Tony grabs a stack of papers and pretends to be busy]
Nothing. I was just giving Tony here some fashion advice.
Oh, he was just thinking about... getting both of his ears pierced. [Tony glares at her]
I think Kate misunderstood, Boss. What I was really talking about was elongating the lobe, which is a surgery…
Hey, you wanna look like a gay pirate, that's your call. [Tony grimaces]
[mouths] You're welcome. I thought you were going to an anti-terrorism conference today, Gibbs.
Change in plans. Marine gunnery sergeant didn't show up for duty this week.
Since when do we track down U.A. Marines?
Since he's one of a handful of people who knows how to arm small-yield nuclear weapons. His SRB. You have 45 minutes to memorize it. And Tony? If that game is still on your computer in the morning, I'll pierce your ears myself.
[Tony, Kate and Gibbs are stuck in a traffic jam]
Rush hour. A misnomer if you ask me.
It's not like anybody's rushing anywhere and it always takes more than an hour. They should call it--
Shut-up-and-sit-there-before-I-shoot-you hour.
I was thinking of something a little shorter.
[Tony slurps on his drink. Gibbs loses his patience and throws Tony's drink out the window.]
