Doyle:(searching Mask) Really big sunglasses... Cop: Bike horn... Doyle: Small-mouthed bass... Cop: Bowling pin... (something goes snap) Doyle:Aah!...Mousetrap... Cop: Rubber chicken... The Mask: Little to the left. That's it. Doyle:(inspecting an odd-looking squeaky toy) ...I don't know. Cop: Funny eyeball glasses... The Mask: I've never seen those before in my life. Cop:Bazooka...
The Mask: I have a permit for that.
Doyle: Picture of Kellaway's wife.
Lieutenant Kellaway: What? (close-up of framed photo -- woman in lingerie, complete with her phone number and "Call me, Lover!")
The Mask: Uh-oh.
Lieutenant Kellaway: Margaret! You son-of-a-bitch!
The Mask: Geez, I figured you had a sense of humor. After all -- you married her!
Gibbs: You're coming along, strictly as an observer. Hand over all you weapons. Ziva: Is that really necessay? (Gibb holds out his hand) Right. (gives him a gun) Gibbs: And your backup. Ziva: What backup? Gibbs: Left leg. Ziva: Oh. That one. (gives it to him)
