NCIS, Season 10

[Tony and Ziva are in the car on a stake out]

Tony:
[cheerfully] Yup, well, I think the sun is virtually up so let me be the first to wish you Happy Thanksgiving. Gobble, gobble. [chuckles, Ziva looks to him in annoyance] How about the boss? Planning the big host this year. Turkey legs by the fire.

Ziva:
[irritated] Shut up! I'm sick of you sitting in this car being nice to me!

Tony:
[smiles] My deepest apologies.

Ziva:
You're only being nice because you want me to tell you what you want to know.

Tony:
Then tell me and I'll stop being nice.

Ziva:
There's nothing to tell.

Tony:
[sigh] Fine. I'll make it up. [loudly] He's a veterinarian.

Ziva:
Stop raising your voice.

Tony:
I can't be nice, I might as well be loud. Does it make you laugh?

Ziva:
[laughs sarcastically] You're such a child. And then you wonder why I cannot talk to you.

Tony:
So he's a hilarious veterinarian who likes the opera.

Ziva:
Why do you care?! I thought we were past caring about these things.

Tony:
Past them? Look, I don't care who the guy is. I just thought, we were, you know, telling each other things about things. The things that..you know, matter.

Ziva:
Tony, there is no funny veterinarian. There is no one, actually.