NCIS: Los Angeles, Season 2

Deeks:
Want to get some ice cream?

Kensi:
Deeks! Look out!

Blond Russian #1:
Give us the book.

Kensi:
We don't have it.

Blond Russian #1:
Purse.

[Kensi hands over her purse Henchman shakes purse revealing no book]

Kensi:
Told you.

Blond Russian #1:
Then get in the car!

Deeks Uh-uh. She's not going anywhere

Blond Russian #1:
Then four of us die, and one of us lives.

Deeks:
He's got a point. All right. Take me.

Kensi:
Deeks.

Deeks:
She's just a cop, you know? She's not even an agent. To tell you the truth, no one even really likes her that much, you know? Too pretty for her own good - kind of a snob.

Blond Russian #1:
Get in the car!

Deeks:
Kensi! Don't move.

Kensi:
Nice try Deeks.

Deeks:
Kensi!

Kensi:
It's ok. You'll get me back.

Blond Russian #1:
Tell your superior her life for the book.

Deeks:
Oh, yeah? How do you know I'm not the superior? I could be. Kensi?

[Henchman shoots out front tire of Kensi's Cadillac SRX]

Deeks:
Damn it! Eric, I got a license plate for you. It's Nine-Queen-John-Item, Nine-Zero-Five. [Sam and Callen arrive to Deeks] They got Kensi.