"Need some help?"
"No, Gibbs! I can do this!"
"You just seem a bit overwhelmed."
"It's not as difficult as it looks. Really. It'll just take me a while. A few minutes. Or hours."
"Shouldn't you be used to those things by now?"
"I should be, and am. But this one is new. They reinforced the whole thing with new crummy materials that're making it hard as hell to put together. I thought they were fine the way they were, and I just don't get why they had to go and try to fix it when there was nothing to fix! They were perfect!"
"Then why'd you buy these?"
"Um, 'cause the old ones died. Duh. Well, not died-died, since they were never alive. But, you know, worn out-died. "
"Don't you have more of these at home?"
"Yeah, but none this color. Done! Looks great, huh?"
"Come on, Abs. Off the floor."
"Ugh. But they feel like crap! They must have added twenty pounds to the soles. I feel like I'm walking in drying cement."
"Can't be that bad."
"You wanna try them on, Gibbs?"
"No thanks."
"Then zip it, mister... Christ, I can barely walk."
"Trying to bait me into carrying you to your hearse, Abs?"
"If they made these any heavier, you'd be pushing me on a gurney. Not that it wouldn't be fun to ride on one. I mean, I wouldn't want to be dead, of course. But, you know, it's like a bed on wheels!... A bit creppy, isn't it?"
"Just a little."
"Well, what are you waiting for? These boots ain't made for walking."
"Alright, come here. We've got to get you better shoes... Damn, these are heavy!"
"Am I hearing an offer to go out shopping with me?"
"Anything to get these damned boots off of you and as far away from me as possible."
"You don't like carrying me, Gibbs?"
"Never said that, Abby."