Fuck Yeah Tony/McGee!

The pictures the boys use in their phones when the other is calling. 

Penny: And you must be Tony DiNozzo. I have heard so much about you.

Tim: '84 Camaro Z-28 five-speed.

Tony: That's a smoking-hot car, McGee. What the hell went wrong with you?

Tim: Well, the first day I got behind the wheel... I had a slight thing.

Tony: Head-on?

Tim: I was trying to figure out the wipers... took my eyes off the road for a second. When I looked up, there it was, right in front of me.

Tony: Car.

Tim: Bus. I got a student pass the day I got out of traction.

Tony: *hugs* I didn't know.

Tim: Not a hacker either.

Ziva: How do you know?

Tim: My firewall hasn't been penetrated.

Tony: You missed a little spot by my left ear there. I'd do it myself but my wound here prevents it.

Tim: Wound? A two-inch scratch.

Tony: I was grazed by a bullet. Another six inches to the left and bam, no more DiNozzo. Under the chin, too.

Tim: You know what? I'm done. Do it yourself.

Tony: Fine. Just don't come to me looking for sympathy the next time you get shot.

Tony: I love you, McGee. I promise never to give you a hard time again.

Tim: Yeah... Right.

Tony: Probie does a lot for me.

McCadden: Really? He seems like such a geek. You deserve better.

Tony: There is no better.

Tony: Don't fight your inner sidekick, McGee, it's unbecoming.

Tim: I could say the same thing to you.

Tony: No, you can't because everyone knows that sidekicks are shorter, and you...

Tim: Are exactly the same height as you.

Tony: Look, you're not gonna make me say it, are you?

Tim: You think you're too good-looking to be the sidekick?