Tony: The sweet smell of freedom.
Gibbs: Mrs. Mallard?
Tony: Sleeping. Her usual afternoon fistful of wild turkey and her last words to me were either "I'm gonna slit your throat" or "kiss your mode." I couldn't tell cause she was slurring.
Gibbs: That's good work, Tony.
Tony: Thank you boss, so who's taking over for me now?
Gibbs: Kate's on protection detail with Ducky.
Gibbs: McGee's going with me to interview the guy who delivered the barrel.
Gibbs: I guess that leaves you.
Tony: Me? Boss I just spent all day playin' furniture mover for this slightly demented old lady and her pack of yappin' hounds!
Gibbs: They're not hounds, DiNozzo. They're Corgis.
Tony: No boss! No, boss, I'm on the verge, man! McGee? Boss?!
(Gibbs and McGee drive away)
Tony: I'm gonna go postal! I'm not kidding I'm this close!
(Corgi's bark from the door, Tony turns toward them)
Tony: Here's Tony.
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