"Not lookin' so great yourself, Abs."
"Gibbs! Don't be so crude! You should never, ever, say that to a woman, unless you're lookin' for trouble. And, for you information, I did not have anything more to drink than you."
"Yeah, well, you can't hold your liquor."
"How would you know, Gibbs? It's not like you've ever seen me…oh. Yeah, well, I'm just not used to bourbon."
"You've had more than one chance to get used to it, Abs."
"You, el hefe, can kiss my ass. I am no more drunk than you! You just…hold it in better. Kinda like that bottomless bladder of yours. I, on the other hand, as such a happy person, tend to express myself more than other people. People like you, Gibbs."
"In other words, you just can't hold your liquor."
"Boss Man, you can be such a prick sometimes, ya know?"
"Second 'B''s for bastard, remember?"
"That you are, my silver-haired fox. That you are. And you know what else you are?"
"Want me to guess? Or are you gonna it tell me?"
"You know, Gibbs, you're really beginning to get on my nerves."
"What're you gonna do about it?"
"Sure you wanna ask me that, Gibbs? 'cause you're really diggin' for it…"
"What's wrong, Abs? Scared?"
"Oh, Gibbs. You are definitely asking for it now."
"Then give it to me."
Thanks to Jo.R for the idea.