TIM
"Ugh. I need a hairy dog."
Tim and Tony greeted Ziva's announcement with confusion.
"What?"
"I don't know, Probie. I guess my Ziva to English dictionary isn't up to date."
Ziva groaned. "I have a hangover, I need to-"
"Oh, you mean hair of the dog!"
She squinted at McGee with one half open eye. "It is no wonder I got it wrong. That expression makes no sense."
"It's based on an ancient belief that the cure for a dog bite was to-"
She groaned again.
"I don't think she wants to know the explanation, McTrivia. She just wants another drink."
"Actually, water is a lot better for a hangover than-"
Ziva whined. "Please McGee, please stop talking before I have to shoot you."
He stopped talking.