NCIS, Season 8

Ziva:
Hello, Tony. I'm back!

Tony:
Well, hello, little miss Sunshine State, and don't you look balmy.

Ziva:
I do not know what balmy means, but I would assume it is not good.

Tony:
Just because I was alone, manning the fort, handling Gibbs solo, while you've been strolling around South Beach dancing to the rhythm of the night, why would I feel the need to say anything negative?

Ziva:
Because you are you. Besides, I was working the entire time.

Tony:
Ha!

Ziva:
Ha what??

Tony:
Are those tan lines?

Ziva:
[coyly] Where do you think you're looking?

Tony:
Does it matter?

Ziva:
Well, actually, yes it does. And I can assure you, I do not have any tan lines.

Tony:
Oh. So you did lay in the sun.

Ziva:
Yes, I did, actually, this morning before my flight. And I came up with something case related prior to my departure.

Tony:
[closes in eyes and inhales as Ziva stands next to his desk] You smell like ocean and shea butter.