[After McGee's initial refusal to fix Tony's home computer for free.]
Tony: Come on, computers are your thing! If I had a thing I'd want to show it off.
Gibbs: There are rules against that, DiNozzo.

[The team's search leads them to a storage container, which they find being used as an office crammed full of technology, supplies, and weapons]
McGee: [looking around the container] Wow. This is like the TARDIS.
Tony: Tard-what?
McGee: It's the contraption that Doctor Who travels through time in. Never mind.
Tony: Doctor Who? Who watches that?

[Tony and McGee are driving through the Somali desert in a Jeep, in the middle of a sandstorm]
McGee: (speaking loudly) Thanks for volunteering me.
Tony: C'mon. You said you always wanted to travel.
McGee: On my own time.
Tony: On your own dime? Are you crazy, you could never afford this!

[Tony is being interrogated. Flashback to a Navy ship, where an enormous sailor hopped up on methamphetamine is going berserk.]
Tony: You hit him high, I'll hit him low!
McGee: I don't like the sound of that...
Tony: You hit him low, I'll hit him high!
[They tackle the sailor.]
Tony: (v.o.) Our team consisted of a gang of four. My partner is Tim McGee: small muscles, big brain, heart of a lion. Together we're virtually unstoppable... virtually.
McGee: I got him... Tony, he's going for the knife!
[The sailor raises the knife, Gibbs appears and throws him to the ground, applying a choke hold with his boot that knocks the sailor out.]
Tony: (v.o.) Our team leader is the fearless Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Former Gunnery Sergeant, Marine sniper, coffee afficianado, and functional mute.
McGee: (panting) Piece of cake.
Tony: (panting) Yep, easy as pie.

[Tony moves toward a sleeping Ziva with a Magic Marker.]
Ziva: Touch me and die.