Doyle: (searching Mask) Really big sunglasses...
Cop: Bike horn...
Doyle: Small-mouthed bass...
Cop: Bowling pin...
(something goes snap)
Cop: Rubber chicken...
The Mask: Little to the left. That's it.
Doyle: (inspecting an odd-looking squeaky toy) ...I don't know.
Cop: Funny eyeball glasses...
The Mask: I've never seen those before in my life.
The Mask: I have a permit for that.
Doyle: Picture of Kellaway's wife.
Lieutenant Kellaway: What? (close-up of framed photo — woman in lingerie, complete with her phone number and "Call me, Lover!")
The Mask: Uh-oh.
Lieutenant Kellaway: Margaret! You son-of-a-bitch!
The Mask: Geez, I figured you had a sense of humor. After all — you married her!
Gibbs: You're coming along, strictly as an observer. Hand over all you weapons.
Ziva: Is that really necessay? (Gibb holds out his hand) Right. (gives him a gun)
Gibbs: And your backup.
Ziva: What backup?
Gibbs: Left leg.
Ziva: Oh. That one. (gives it to him)
Gibbs: And the knife concealed at your waist. (Ziva hands knife to Gibbs, who hands it back) You can keep this. I just wanted you to know that I know. note
—NCIS, "Silver War"