[Tony enters the squad room singing „Luck Be a Lady“ out loud and listening to his iPod]
[Ziva makes the „cut it out“ sign]
Tony: Hi. [notices Gibbs glaring at him] Hey Boss. Sorry about that. It’s, uh, Sinatra. You gotta sing along. I mean it’s Old Blue Eyes, Chairman of the Board. I’m gonna rat pack it up.
[Gibbs turns and glares at Abby, who is smiling away]