- Leon Vance: That was the warden from Lee Penitentiary. Apparently, your walk included a visit with Matthew Rousseau. You mind telling me why?
- Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Just following up.
- Leon Vance: With your pen stuck in his hand?
- Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Is that where I left it?
- [at the conclusion of Gibbs's surgery]
- Navy Surgical Tech Ensign Joni Ryan: Okay, pressure's stabilizing... normal sinus... he's breathing on his own.
- [the surgical staff begin applauding]
- Dr. Cyril Taft: No, no, no, thank you, thank you. Now let's close. I'm here all week, tip your waitresses!
- [leans down and whispers in Gibbs's ear]
- Dr. Cyril Taft: Forget the bourbon, you tough son of a bitch. Make mine a 15-year-old single malt.
- Dr. Cyril Taft: I remember we were short on Lidocaine that day, but lucky for him, not cheap tequila.
- Mike Franks: All the sawbones in the world and you get Chuckles the Clown. I'll bet this guy's a hoot at parties.
- Daniel Budd: You think you've won. But manipulating your legal system will be child's play for a man of my talent. And I know children who could...
- [Tony shoots him in the leg. Daniel falls to his knees with a scream]
- Anthony DiNozzo: Was that a threat? It sounded like a threat. I had to defend myself.
- Daniel Budd: [managing a smirk] How did that feel, Tony? Did you enjoy the rush? The power?
- Anthony DiNozzo: You're not a Bond villain, Daniel. You're a fraud, and frauds don't get to speechify like Bond villains. They do get to die like them.
- Anthony DiNozzo: Boss, can you hear me?
- Dr. Cyril Taft: Actually, that's my line. I think you're in my seat. Agent Gibbs, I am Doctor Taft. Welcome to the U.S.S. Daniel Webster's surgical ward, where the elite beat the desert heat, and cheat the occasional I.E.D.
- Anthony DiNozzo: [on Gibbs] Doc, is he gonna be all right? How's it look?
- Dr. Cyril Taft: He's lucky he has friends who care. He's luckier that I care.
- [gently pushes Tony away]
- Dr. Cyril Taft: Go, let us work.
- [while preparing for Gibbs's surgery, the monitors go off]
- Navy Surgical Tech Ensign Joni Ryan: He's crashing.
- Dr. Cyril Taft: Ten cc's of epi. Let's put him under and crack him. Time to dance, Agent Gibbs...
- [a nurse fits on his mask]
- Dr. Cyril Taft: Mind if I lead?