NCIS Holidaypalooza
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whiski_sourJust the usual rambling. Move along.
Christmas tree thiefs!
Dead guy leaning against the tree is totally not alright, kids.
Gibb's dad. We are now set to rock and roll.
"Old place looks pretty good." "Yeah, well, it could use a coat of paint." "Don't we all."
Nice, tense father-son banter. It's nice that they're trying to make amends. I love Ralph Waite.
Tony, why do you not know how to work the weather? If there is snow, it's probably chilly. Dress accordingly.
That's right, kids. Ducky's been in this business long enough that he doesn't have to do his own heavy lifting.
"She's a miserable grinch of a woman."
"It must be tough up there on Mount Crumpet, scheming to steal presents from Cindy Lou Who."
"Don't touch my catalogues." You mean your neighbors' catalogues, Tony.
"I don't do anything five times a day." That could have gone to a very bad place, Palmer. Thank you for avoiding that gutter.
"Have another one, bubble butt." Gibbs just called Tony "bubble butt". I am both shocked and amused. He's usually not so direct.
Gibbs is building toys for kids at the Children's Hospital. That's so sweet.
"So this where a red throat would hang out." "Redneck. I think the entire cast of Hee Haw is here." "There he is." "With his brother Darryl and his other brother Darryl."
Ziva is going to hurt you, Bubba. And start a bar brawl. Rock and roll. That's my kind of holiday.
That was a lame ass joke, McGee. Thanks for trying.
Aww, Abby. Wants to grant Christmas wishes. She's always got the holiday spirit.
Dad's a little unnecessarily belligerant tonight. No one blames you for nearly burning down the house trying light a fire in the fireplace. It'll be okay.
"McGee. You wouldn't do that?" "Ho, ho, ho." Oh, I love you, McGee. This makes up for the lame joke.
Abby Gingerbread girls! So cute! I couldn't eat them either. But, so cute!
A husband you loved very deeply, but screwed around on, lady. I'm just saying.
Oh, laws. Ducky and Dad drinking and painting toys. That's a treat I'd like to sit in on. Even if it was an undercover job. Poor Dad is suffering.
"Martha Stewart, you are not."
I like how Ziva pulls no punches even with men of the cloth.
The brother did it. Yeah, I called it when he walked in the door. Not the Christmas present Daddy wanted there, son.
Gibbs' dad killed someone trying to rob him. Poor guy. No wonder he's upset.
I like how Tony's trying to be nice and sweet but still acting like the woman is going to eat his face.
Aww! McGee came through for the little boy. Aww, Abby and McGee smoochies.
Gibbs and Dad delivering presents. I'm not much for the sappy stuff, but I loved this ending.
Yeah, I can't fathom Christmas in shorts. It just does not compute in my Midwestern brain.
Dood! That was kind of cool. And messy.
I'm with Hetty. A palm tree is not a passable Christmas tree.
Nate does look good in a suit. I'm with you, Kinsi. I'm going to disagree with you on Eric's shirt, though. It is fantastic. Dom's shirt is questionable, though.
The dead guy was in bomb disposal and he got blown up by a bomb. Someone's poetic.
"You can tell a lot about a person by his choice of breakfast pastries." I'm going to take your word for that, G.
"Call his cell phone." "What if it's booby trapped, too?" "Just do it, Eric." And then you run and hide. Yeah, I see how you roll, Sam. Way to man up and dig through maggots to make up for your previous safety measures, though. I laughed at your pain anyway.
So, how does a mechanic charge for diffusing and removing a bomb in the undercarriage of a truck? Is the labor charge based on how many changes of shorts he goes through?
Sam can diffuse bombs, too? That's hot.
Way to screw with the shrink, G. You, too, Sam. Man, you guys are brutal. I love you both.
"Nate. What's up, duuuude?" Oh, Hetty. You can't get anymore awesome. It's cute how insecure Nate is with the agents and how Hetty reassures him. She's a great den mother.
"Do you think I could pull off a bowtie?" "Not without a red rubber nose and those big, floppy shoes." No, I'm wrong. There is always more room for awesomeness with Hetty.
I think it's for the best that your car blew up, dood. Your insurance will buy you a cooler new one.
Eric, you got expelled for a prank?! OMG! You geeky rebel you.
Arabic is a pretty written language, but it sounds like it's hard to roll around in the mouth.
Poor almost blown up guy. Has yet to deal with his war demons. Nate, I think the tie puts him off from opening up. Just saying.
Like how they get their info. That guy is going to have to change his shorts now, guys.
Kinsi looks good in leather. I'm just saying.
"I know. I know. I hate when they run." Not true, Sam. You run a mile every episode, I swear it. And you like it. You know it.
Nate got a breakthrough. And a bible. Well done?
Oh, Kinsi. It's okay to lie. And I think Hetty just scarred you for life, so let this be a lesson to you, darling. Lies are sometimes better than truth.
Well, nevermind that breakthrough, Nate. And you better check that bible. 'Cause I have a feeling that religion is about to kill you.
"We're coming in to talk." With our guns drawn. It's like a conversation at my house.
Sucide bomber with unstable explosives. This day is going to shit in a hurry, innit?
Nice elbow shot, Kinsi.
Oh, that's the ugliest Christmas Palm Tree ever. Abomination is right. The rest of the deocrations are pretty, though.
Aww, Nate. Finally. You get a win. Good job.
Another sweet ending. I can dig it.
Christmas tree thiefs!
Dead guy leaning against the tree is totally not alright, kids.
Gibb's dad. We are now set to rock and roll.
"Old place looks pretty good." "Yeah, well, it could use a coat of paint." "Don't we all."
Nice, tense father-son banter. It's nice that they're trying to make amends. I love Ralph Waite.
Tony, why do you not know how to work the weather? If there is snow, it's probably chilly. Dress accordingly.
That's right, kids. Ducky's been in this business long enough that he doesn't have to do his own heavy lifting.
"She's a miserable grinch of a woman."
"It must be tough up there on Mount Crumpet, scheming to steal presents from Cindy Lou Who."
"Don't touch my catalogues." You mean your neighbors' catalogues, Tony.
"I don't do anything five times a day." That could have gone to a very bad place, Palmer. Thank you for avoiding that gutter.
"Have another one, bubble butt." Gibbs just called Tony "bubble butt". I am both shocked and amused. He's usually not so direct.
Gibbs is building toys for kids at the Children's Hospital. That's so sweet.
"So this where a red throat would hang out." "Redneck. I think the entire cast of Hee Haw is here." "There he is." "With his brother Darryl and his other brother Darryl."
Ziva is going to hurt you, Bubba. And start a bar brawl. Rock and roll. That's my kind of holiday.
That was a lame ass joke, McGee. Thanks for trying.
Aww, Abby. Wants to grant Christmas wishes. She's always got the holiday spirit.
Dad's a little unnecessarily belligerant tonight. No one blames you for nearly burning down the house trying light a fire in the fireplace. It'll be okay.
"McGee. You wouldn't do that?" "Ho, ho, ho." Oh, I love you, McGee. This makes up for the lame joke.
Abby Gingerbread girls! So cute! I couldn't eat them either. But, so cute!
A husband you loved very deeply, but screwed around on, lady. I'm just saying.
Oh, laws. Ducky and Dad drinking and painting toys. That's a treat I'd like to sit in on. Even if it was an undercover job. Poor Dad is suffering.
"Martha Stewart, you are not."
I like how Ziva pulls no punches even with men of the cloth.
The brother did it. Yeah, I called it when he walked in the door. Not the Christmas present Daddy wanted there, son.
Gibbs' dad killed someone trying to rob him. Poor guy. No wonder he's upset.
I like how Tony's trying to be nice and sweet but still acting like the woman is going to eat his face.
Aww! McGee came through for the little boy. Aww, Abby and McGee smoochies.
Gibbs and Dad delivering presents. I'm not much for the sappy stuff, but I loved this ending.
Yeah, I can't fathom Christmas in shorts. It just does not compute in my Midwestern brain.
Dood! That was kind of cool. And messy.
I'm with Hetty. A palm tree is not a passable Christmas tree.
Nate does look good in a suit. I'm with you, Kinsi. I'm going to disagree with you on Eric's shirt, though. It is fantastic. Dom's shirt is questionable, though.
The dead guy was in bomb disposal and he got blown up by a bomb. Someone's poetic.
"You can tell a lot about a person by his choice of breakfast pastries." I'm going to take your word for that, G.
"Call his cell phone." "What if it's booby trapped, too?" "Just do it, Eric." And then you run and hide. Yeah, I see how you roll, Sam. Way to man up and dig through maggots to make up for your previous safety measures, though. I laughed at your pain anyway.
So, how does a mechanic charge for diffusing and removing a bomb in the undercarriage of a truck? Is the labor charge based on how many changes of shorts he goes through?
Sam can diffuse bombs, too? That's hot.
Way to screw with the shrink, G. You, too, Sam. Man, you guys are brutal. I love you both.
"Nate. What's up, duuuude?" Oh, Hetty. You can't get anymore awesome. It's cute how insecure Nate is with the agents and how Hetty reassures him. She's a great den mother.
"Do you think I could pull off a bowtie?" "Not without a red rubber nose and those big, floppy shoes." No, I'm wrong. There is always more room for awesomeness with Hetty.
I think it's for the best that your car blew up, dood. Your insurance will buy you a cooler new one.
Eric, you got expelled for a prank?! OMG! You geeky rebel you.
Arabic is a pretty written language, but it sounds like it's hard to roll around in the mouth.
Poor almost blown up guy. Has yet to deal with his war demons. Nate, I think the tie puts him off from opening up. Just saying.
Like how they get their info. That guy is going to have to change his shorts now, guys.
Kinsi looks good in leather. I'm just saying.
"I know. I know. I hate when they run." Not true, Sam. You run a mile every episode, I swear it. And you like it. You know it.
Nate got a breakthrough. And a bible. Well done?
Oh, Kinsi. It's okay to lie. And I think Hetty just scarred you for life, so let this be a lesson to you, darling. Lies are sometimes better than truth.
Well, nevermind that breakthrough, Nate. And you better check that bible. 'Cause I have a feeling that religion is about to kill you.
"We're coming in to talk." With our guns drawn. It's like a conversation at my house.
Sucide bomber with unstable explosives. This day is going to shit in a hurry, innit?
Nice elbow shot, Kinsi.
Oh, that's the ugliest Christmas Palm Tree ever. Abomination is right. The rest of the deocrations are pretty, though.
Aww, Nate. Finally. You get a win. Good job.
Another sweet ending. I can dig it.
