NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Service2003

Tomas Zepeda:
You're either DEA or Immigration. You're not FBI. They wear suits.

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs:
NCIS.

Ceasar Bernal:
Navy cops.

Tomas Zepeda:
What'd we do to piss you off? Come on, man. We get blamed for everything these days. Help me out. We steal the Admiral's car?

Ceasar Bernal:
Or his calzoncillos?

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs:
You killed two Marines. The first in a drive-by shooting. The other in Rock Creek Park.

Tomas Zepeda:
Take me away. You want one of them instead? Go with the Federales. They need a suspect.

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs:
We know who did it.

Special Agent Timothy McGee:
You can keep those.

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs:
Don't look surprised.

Tomas Zepeda:
I never seen them before.

Special Agent Timothy McGee:
They used to run your organization.

Tomas Zepeda:
Organization? We're a social club.

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs:
You're not El Jefe.

Tomas Zepeda:
No. Who am I?

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs:
El Gordo. The fat one. See? Nobody laughs at the boss. You have El Jefe give me a call, or I book him the next seat on the flight to Gitmo.

Tomas Zepeda:
You can't do that. We're not terrorists.

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs:
Ziva?

Officer Ziva David:
I'll have Tel Aviv produce an intercept between Al Qaeda and this... social club. You want photos?

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs:
That would be good.

Officer Ziva David:
It might take me twenty-four hours.

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs:
Okay. Twenty four hours.