[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.
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 DiNozzo, I would like you to meet my very good friend, Shmeil Pinkhas, Middle East historian, philosopher and poet.
SShmeil
Listen to her kvelling. But who can argue with a smile like that? DiNozzo... I think I met somebody of that name at a hotel bar in Geneva. An older version of you, quite dashing...
[entering after Gibbs] Hey Gibbs, what's taking so long? Come on, people! [claps his hands] Chop-chop! [sees] ...Holy Fourth of July Weenie Roast, WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT?!
I know a Customs Agent I can talk to, see if he'll issue a BOLO on similar shipments. That might shed some light. Tobias, go back to the FBI and do the same thing. Jethro, MTAC. See if there's any new intel on Syria, North Korea or Iran.
Inside and out. She was the love of my life, Ziva. Somehow I've never been able to fill up that void... though Lord knows I've gotten into plenty of trouble trying.
Last I heard, you were teaching computational evolutionary biology.
SStewie
Was. Burned out, man. But I found my calling: trash! Crazy, right? Hey, you know you can learn more about mankind from what it throws away than you can in any classroom?
May 2, 2-0-1-1. That'd be in... G sector. [points] And by now about 30 feet under. We had a break-in that night. Police came to investigate, shared a laugh... what would anyone steal from a dump?