"You probably get this all the time, but I have to ask. How the hell are you going to get this hunk of ship out of your basement?"
"Good question, Abs. You're the scientist. Think of something."
"It's not my boat, Gibbs. I am totally not responsible for your crazy ideas."
"I thought you liked solving puzzles."
"I do! But this! This is nuts. Almost as nuts as the time Steve--I used to date him, you see--tapped my cell and tailed me to a dinner party with Sister Melanie and the others. He thought she was trying to gut me with a machete, but really, she was showing me a handy knife trick that would make Ziva spin in circles. Sister Melanie has many talents, I can tell you so much. Anyhow, the short story is, Steve ended up in Bethesda for a few days. Or was it weeks? Well, Steve had intimacy issues…"
"Wasn't Billy Bob the one with intimacy issues?"
"I think you might have uncovered a trend here, Gibbs."
"Sometimes, Abs, the things you go through could rival a Marine."
"Aw, Gibbs. That's sweet. Do I get my Navy Achievement Medal now?
"Nope. You disobeyed a commanding officer's direct order. I'll let you off with a court-martial and a Dishonorable Discharge."
"Sigh. And my career as a Marine had only just begun."
"Don't take it too hard. You can have all the medals DiNozzo has stashed in his drawer."
"Thank you, ma'am."