Ducky: Abby? Ooh, how kind of you to visit.
Abby: Oh, they gave you morphine.
Ducky: Well, just a drop.
Gibbs: Duck, anything you remember about the attack?
Ducky: Oh, my, my glasses? (Gibbs puts them on Ducky) Oh, sweetie, you held onto them while I went under the knife! It's ironic that the solution to one knife should be... Mr Palmer, would, would you finish that thought for me?
Palmer: Sure, doctor.
Ducky: Oh, and you need to send for a substitute M.E.- aah, Jordan...?
Jimmy Palmer: Dr. Hampton?
Ducky: Yeah, on my desk you'll find her number, while I myself lay here getting much numb-er. (Ducky laughs) Nurse, more anesthetic. And don't spare the horses!