NCIS, Season 6

Tony:
I had no choice.

Ziva:
That's a lie.

Tony:
Why would I lie to you, Ziva?

Ziva:
To save your worthless ass.

Tony:
From who, Vance? Mossad?

Ziva:
You jeopardized your entire career and for what?

Tony:
For you. He was playing you Ziva.

Ziva:
And for some reason you felt it was your job to protect me?

Tony:
I did what I had to do.

Ziva:
You killed him!

Tony:
If I hadn't you'd be having this conversation with him. But maybe that's the way you'd prefer it?

Ziva:
Perhaps I would.

Tony:
Okay, why don't you just get this out -- you want to take a punch, take a swing. Get it out of your system! Go ahead, do it!!

Ziva:
Be careful Tony, because much like Michael, I only need one.

Tony:
And that's what you're really angry about isn't it? That's what's bothering you. It's not that he's dead, it's that your Mossad boyfriend got his ass kicked by a chump like me.

Ziva:
You took advantage of him.

Tony:
He attacked me, what was I supposed to do? [Ziva knocks Tony down]

Ziva:
You saw a glass table, you pushed him back. You dropped him on it. He was impaled in the side by a shard of glass. Bloody. Gasping for air.

Tony:
I see you read my report.

Ziva:
I memorized it! You could have left it at that. You could have walked away, but no, you let him up. You put a bullet in his chest.

Tony:
You weren't there.

Ziva:
You could have put one in his leg.

Tony:
You-weren't-there.

Ziva:
But I should have been.

Tony:
You loved him?

Ziva:
I guess I'll never know. [walks away leaving Tony on the ground]