NCIS (season 15)

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High Tide [15.11]

 * [after posing as a call girl and her jealous boyfriend]
 * Gibbs: Any problems?
 * Torres: Well, apart from Bishop almost blowing up our cover, no, we're pretty good.
 * Bishop: Excuse me?
 * Torres: You shouldn't have slapped his hand away.
 * Bishop: I don't give out free samples! I got three kids to feed and a sick Nana in Boca. [off Torres's look] What? You told me to have a back story, that's my back story.
 * Torres: No, that's actually... that's actually pretty good.
 * Bishop: Thank you.

2 Steps Back [15.22]

 * Robert King: I got a flight to catch. Looks like our rematch will have to wait.
 * Abby Sciuto: Oh, we're not finished here.
 * Robert King: It's a stalemate. You haven't got a move to make.
 * Abby Sciuto: I made my move before I sat down. Slipped some cyanide into your coffee before the waitress gave it to you. Enough to kill you... I mean, not immediately, but within the hour.
 * Robert King: [smirks] A for effort, sunshine. Now, you're not capable of killing anyone.
 * Abby Sciuto: Kate... Jenny... Dorneget... Ziva... Reeves. I am tired of my hero friends dying while villains like you get to live. Everyone has their breaking point and this was mine.
 * [King's breathing becomes shallow, and he starts coughing.]
 * Abby Sciuto: Airway constriction. It's one of the first symptoms. Shortness of breath, dizziness, chest pains... you'll be in full cardiac arrest in, like, ten minutes. I mean, unless you happen to have some hydroxocobalamin on you... [produces a small red pill in a plastic bag] Like this. Confess, and you get to live.
 * Robert King: You're insane.
 * Abby Sciuto: [smiles coldly] Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to get the job done.
 * Robert King: [coughing] Fine! I hired Marshall to take you out, but just you! Your friend wasn't part of the plan! Satisfied?
 * Abby Sciuto: [gets up from the table] You may not deserve to live... but I would never stoop to your level.
 * [She tosses him the bag, and he grabs for the pill.]