[from NCIS]
[after being shot at]
Tony [lying on top of Abby]: Are you hit?
Abby [having trouble breathing]: No... You're heavy!
Tony: Sorry.
Abby [feeling his leg]: My god, no wonder you're so heavy, Tony, you're all muscle!
Tony: Abby, shhh!
Abby: You're packing a nice booty too!
Tony: Is this how you deal with getting shot at?
[from NCIS]
Tony: Massages?
Abby: Many kinds.
Tony: Uh. Full body?
Abby: Places you could only dream of, DiNozzo.
Tony: Masseuses or masseur?
Abby: I go both ways. You?
Tony: Only with [phone rings, reads caller ID] Harris, my insurance agent.
Abby: Whatever works, man.
[from NCIS]
[McGee is describing his first car]
McGee: 84 Camira. 8 24Z high speed.
Tony: That’s a smoking hot car!
McGee: Yeah.
Tony: What the hell went wrong with you?
[from NCIS]
Abby: Do you think he's gonna want us to hang around?
McGee: I don't know. I can't imagine there's anything that can't wait 'til tomorrow.
Abby: Go ask him.
McGee: You ask him.
Abby: You're the "Special Agent".
McGee: No, he likes you more.
Abby: That's because I don't ask him stupid questions. Rock paper scissors?
McGee: On three.
Abby: One...two...
Gibbs: Something on your mind?
Abby/McGee: No.
Gibbs: You weren't thinking about leaving, were ya?
Abby: No
McGee: Absolutely not, no.
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