McGee: Now all we have to do is scan three hundred and eight thousand miles of satellite imagery and pray we get lucky.
Abby: I am a scientist, McGee... luck has nothing to do with it and/or us.
McGee: Okay, so how do you explain something like Gibbs' gut?
Abby: Well.. that's easy, Gibbs is lucky.
McGee: But, but... you just said that...
Abby: He's not a scientist.