"Come on, Elijah. Smile for your Ima."
"I’m telling you, Ziva, that smile the other day was just gas."
"It was not, Tony. He was smiling and I will get him to smile again."
"Whatever you say, David."
"Come on, smile, baby. Yes, Mama is shaking your hand. You love to hold Mama’s hand. Smile."
"I’ve never heard you talk baby-talk before, Ziva. Frankly, it’s a little scary."
"Would you rather I yell at him as if I were interrogating him? Because I could do that."
"No you couldn’t. You’ve gotten soft. And I love it."
"Ah! Tony! Did you see it? He smiled!"
"It was probably just gas."
"I will kill you if you take this away from me. It was a smile."
"I’m telling you, Ziva, that smile the other day was just gas."
"It was not, Tony. He was smiling and I will get him to smile again."
"Whatever you say, David."
"Come on, smile, baby. Yes, Mama is shaking your hand. You love to hold Mama’s hand. Smile."
"I’ve never heard you talk baby-talk before, Ziva. Frankly, it’s a little scary."
"Would you rather I yell at him as if I were interrogating him? Because I could do that."
"No you couldn’t. You’ve gotten soft. And I love it."
"Ah! Tony! Did you see it? He smiled!"
"It was probably just gas."
"I will kill you if you take this away from me. It was a smile."
