DiNozzo 1: You know, I've been thinking.
I'm a federal prosecutor's dream.
...
You do tend to date a lot, don't you, Mr. DiNozzo?
DiNozzo 2: Yeah. I do tend to date a lot, but where does it say that dating, you know, a new girl
every week is a crime?
DiNozzo 1: No, it's not.
But it does speak to your deep-seated psychological problems and commitment issues.
DiNozzo 2: Really?
So you're saying my intimacy issues stem from my mother, who dressed me as a sailor
until I was 10 years old?!
Maybe!
DiNozzo 1: Well, I guess it might explain why you objectify women and treat them as sexual
objects.
While you're being so forthright and insightful, Mr. DiNozzo... why did you sink your
teeth into the victim's leg?
DiNozzo 2: Because I'm angry and I'm immature, and I like control!
DiNozzo 1: You have no alibi.
DiNozzo 2: Alibi? How can I have an alibi, when the murder doesn't have a time or a date?!
DiNozzo 1: That's interesting.
What about means?
Latex glove?
Scalpel?
You could have gotten these things from work.
No?
DiNozzo 2: Right.
Of course.
Yes, I ripped a glove at the scene. It seems a little sloppy, for a federal agent, who
investigates crime scenes, but, you know, those are the breaks when you're
a homicidal maniac dumping butchered women's remains out in the woods in the middle
of the night! Right?!