Lauren Hunter: Your hostility towards me is affecting the team.
G. Callen: No it's not. The team is doing just fine. Whatever hostility I have is not about them. It's about you. I can't trust anybody who witholds information about my past - my life.
Lauren Hunter: And yet you trust Hetty?
Marty Deeks: All right you ready for the Marty Deeks crash course?
Sam Hanna: Can you teach it from the hospital?
Marty Deeks: Okay.
G. Callen: Don't be afraid to take the lead. Assert your authority. Let him know you're comfortable being in charge.
Marty Deeks: Really?
G. Callen: It's really the only way to earn his respect.
Kensi Blye: But how much do we *really* know about each other? We've always had Sam or Deeks act as social buffers. And I know you don't like to open up to anyone, but still...
G. Callen: You don't exactly open up to anyone either.
Kensi Blye: Yeah, but I'm willing to try for the good of this partnership.
G. Callen: Okay.
Kensi Blye: Okay.
G. Callen: I'm listening.
Kensi Blye: Heh.
Kensi Blye: Just stick to the case.
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: You asked me why I went off on my own to face the Comescus. I did it... because of your mother.
G. Callen: You knew my mom?
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: Sit down. I'll tell you everything I know.
G. Callen: Why now?
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: Because you're safe from the Comescus now. And because I can't hold on to these secrets any longer. Please Mr. Callen.
[Callen sits down]
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: Where do I begin?
G. Callen: What was her name?
Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange: Clara... Her name was Clara.
G. Callen: It's comparing apples and oranges.
Sam Hanna: Lethal injection or firing squad.
Kensi Blye: Not really fair to either of them.
Marty Deeks: I'm just saying comparison begs to be made.
G. Callen: Hetty or Hunter?
Marty Deeks: Pick your poison.
Marty Deeks: Okay, that's my face you just stepped on. Please do something stupid so my partner can shoot you.
Sam Hanna: Why'd you run?
Charles Redman: Bomb.
[the shack explodes]
Marty Deeks: Took you down, didn't I?
Charles Redman: Yeah, I was impressed. No one's ever beat up the soles of my shoes with his face like that.
Marty Deeks: What's your distress word?
Sam Hanna: Deeks.
Marty Deeks: Good luck using that in a sentence.