Eric Beal: He got trapped in a satelite test chamber.
Marty Deeks: Looks like he didn't pass the test.
Marty Deeks: Poop scooping aside, though, going undercover is the best part of our job. I mean, you get to be somebody you're not.
Sam Hanna: For you that's an improvement.
Kensi Blye: And also, you like to lie.
Marty Deeks: What? No. I thought we were picking on Sam. And secondly, it's not lying. It's uh, truth - reimagined for the greater good.
G. Callen: Anything useful on Drewett's cellphone?
Nell Jones: Uh, it froze then melted.
Marty Deeks: So it... frelted?
G. Callen: Spell that.
Nell Jones: Space technology is a pretty specialized field. I mean, you really need someone who speaks their language to get them to open up.
Eric Beal: Someone with the power to shut them down wouldn't hurt either. An FAA inspection wouldn't be out of place considering the circumstances.
Nell Jones: Yeah, but the question is who? I mean, there's a lot to learn, and not enough time.
Eric Beal: [Long pause. Nell looks at Eric] Why are you looking at me like that?
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: Mr. Beal, I think it's time for you to take a little field trip.
Eric Beal: A field trip?
Sam Hanna: Mr. Holt?
Harlan Holt: Yes?
Sam Hanna: Agents Hanna... Callen. NCIS.
Harlan Holt: I'm sorry. Did we - um - did we have an appointment?
Sam Hanna: No, but here we are.
Harlan Holt: Well, can this wait? These gentlemen have come a long way, and we're on a strict schedule.
G. Callen: Pretty business as ususal considering your partner was just killed.
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: Were you ever in a school play, Mr. Beal?
Eric Beal: Twice. A tree and a horse.
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: [Hetty chuckles] Which end?... When you're in your chair - up in ops - you are one of the most confident people I've ever known.
Eric Beal: Can I bring my chair?
Eric Beal: Black Ops, Call of Duty - I've wiped out entire platoons in an afternoon. World of Warcraft - God knows how many.
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: Mr. Beal?
Eric Beal: ...I don't have to bring a gun, do I? I don't think I could actually really kill someone.
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: Heaven forbid. I have no intention of making you carry a weapon.
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: Relax, Mr. Beal. This isn't rocket science after all... Well, actually, in this case, it is.
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: You'll do fine. Nell will be listening in on you at all times.
Eric Beal: "At all times?" What if I have to use the restroom? I have a shy bladder.
Sam Hanna: [to Eric after rescuing him from the test chamber] Try not to get frozen or melted again until we get back home.
Marty Deeks: That's frelted.
Nell Jones: [to Eric's earpiece] Sorry you almost got frelted.
Eric Beal: I hate that word.
Marty Deeks: She said "frelted," didn't she?
Marty Deeks: See Kensi? It's catching on.
Kensi Blye: Yeah.
G. Callen: You think Eric's up for another assignment after he almost got killed once today?
Sam Hanna: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
G. Callen: WE're talking about Eric.
Kensi Blye: I lost my father too. He was an amazing man. Strong. Principaled.
Ariel Drewett: You still miss him?
Kensi Blye: Everyday... But
Kensi Blye: I found a way to move on. It's what he would've wanted. And it's *definitely* what I needed.
G. Callen: We're missing something.
Marty Deeks: [Deeks opens his fortune cookie] In my case - a fortune... How is that possible?
Kensi Blye: Because you have no future. I'm just saying.
Eric Beal: Couldn't have done it without you guys - especially you, Sam.
Sam Hanna: Me?
Eric Beal: Yeah. Well, after Callen told me how he found you puking your guts out in the bathroom before your went on your first undercover assignment, I figured - I could do this. No sweat.
Sam Hanna: I had food poisoning!
G. Callen: Think of it as "truth reimagined for the greater good."