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