- Marty Deeks: [solemnly] You're dyin', Wilson. You're dyin'.
- [Wilson closes his eyes, fighting tears]
- Marty Deeks: No, no. See don't- you don't want- you don't wanna do that because the, uh, salt from your tears, you're gonna sting your burns.
- Michael Wilson: Screw you, bitch!
- Marty Deeks: Bitch? I'm not the one crying.
- Hetty Lange: To hell with my flight - turn around!
- Driver: I have strict orders to accompany you all the way to the gate, Ms. Lange.
- Hetty Lange: And I have a lipstick gun in my purse and I am not afraid to use it!
- Sam Hanna: You still thinking about getting that boat?
- G. Callen: You think that's funny huh?
- Sam Hanna: It's really funny
- G. Callen: You remember to grab your car keys back there?
- Sam Hanna: Son of a bitch.
- G. Callen: [laughs] Looks like we're swimming home AND walking home.
- Sam Hanna: [sees helicopter] Maybe not