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