Tomas Zepeda: You're either DEA or Immigration. You're not FBI. They wear suits.
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: NCIS.
Ceasar Bernal: Navy cops.
Tomas Zepeda: What'd we do to piss you off? Come on, man. We get blamed for everything these days. Help me out. We steal the Admiral's car?
Ceasar Bernal: Or his calzoncillos?
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: You killed two Marines. The first in a drive-by shooting. The other in Rock Creek Park.
Tomas Zepeda: Take me away.
[motions to other gang members]
Tomas Zepeda: You want one of them instead? Go with the Federales, they need a suspect.
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: We know who did it.
[puts photos on the table]
Special Agent Timothy McGee: You can keep those.
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Don't look surprised.
Tomas Zepeda: I never seen them before.
Special Agent Timothy McGee: They used to run your organization.
Tomas Zepeda: Organization? We're a social club.
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: You're not El Jefe.
Tomas Zepeda: No? Who am I?
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: "El Gordo"?
[Spanish, "The fat one?"]
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: [everyone in the restaurant laughs] See? Nobody laughs at the boss. You have El Jefe give me a call, or I book him the next seat on the flight to Gitmo.
Tomas Zepeda: You can't do that. We're not terrorists.
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Ziva?
Officer Ziva David: I'll have Tel Aviv produce an intercept between Al Qaeda and this... social club. You want photos?
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: That would be good.
Officer Ziva David: It might take me twenty-four hours.
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Okay. Twenty-four hours.
