Memorably classic scenes for sure:
Kensi & Deeks try to maintain their composure while interviewing "Carla", a no-nonsense book shop employee with a wonderfully rich view of the world, as she "gives it to them straight" by tossing them curve-ball after curve-ball while answering their questions
NCIS: LA has a real knack for crafting -- and the actors beautifully delivering -- amazing, character-driven scenes amidst generous use of ammunition, explosives, hard core street combat, and of course dream woman, Kensi Blye.
Can't think of any other TV show (ever) that could support such opportunities for creative, free-wheeling interplay. The show is a really unique situation.
Kensi: Hello. I'm Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS, and, uh, that there is my partner Detective Marty Deeks, - LAPD.
Deeks: Hey.
Carla: All right. Carla, Stories Books.
Kensi: Nice to meet you.
Kensi: Uh, were you here last night?
Carla: Better believe I was here. Let me tell you, I suffered through every second of it.
Deeks: Mm.
Kensi: Yeah, I'm sure it was quite hard. I'm sorry.
Carla: I told my boss it was a terrible idea. Giving those hacks the stage so that they could vomit noise about their FEELINGS.
Deeks: Yeah, no, Carla, we were actually talking about the murder. The murder must've been very hard for you.
Carla: It wasn't great.
Deeks: Oh
Carla: But you got to understand, I was already in a pretty foul mood by then.
Deeks: Uh-huh. Right. Of course.
Kensi: Um, how would you describe the crowd last night?
Carla: Pretentious hippies with tattoos in languages they don't speak.
Kensi: Mm-hmm. And did anybody stand out to you?
Carla: In that flock of sheep? No.
Deeks: Do you think, uh, any of these sheep poets are the ones that killed, uh, Michael Carpenter?
Carla: A big "A no". And these guys weren't poets. Let me put it to you straight, they didn't have an original thought to save them, or the cojones to take someone's life.
Deeks: No cojones.
Kensi: And, uh, where were you while this "poetry reading" and the murder were taking place?
Carla: Me?
Kensi: Yeah.
Carla: I spent the night working crowd control ... to keep things at bay.
Deeks: Keeping the hippies at bay, were you? Thought that was necessary?
Carla: You can NEVER. Trust. A hippie.
Deeks: I feel like I should be offended by that, but I'm not. So you got someone that can vouch for you, then, Carla?
Carla: I mean, I wouldn't trust anyone who uses a natural deodorant. But I've got a security tape that'll prove it.
Kensi: Can we see it?
Carla: Mm-hmm.
Deeks: This is gonna be fun. I love her.
Kensi: I don't even .... What is happening?!
Then later, when reviewing the security tape, Deeks draws her out more:
Deeks: So, Carla, just out of curiosity, how many books do you think you read a week?
Carla: I thought this was a criminal investigation. I can't answer a personal question like that.
Deeks: Oh, come on, yes, you can. Just give me a rough estimate. Give me a guesstimate.
Carla: Well, buddy, it depends.
Deeks: Hmm, tell me.
Carla: Four or five a week and I'm feeling pretty good.
Deeks: Okay.
Carla: Allergies are in check, and there's a new John Oliver waiting for me back home. Six or seven, I'm flying. Maybe the Dodgers are on a streak. Maybe the McRib is back. Maybe my estranged daughter has decided to, uh, get back in touch. Hmm. Three or less, and you know my mother-in-law's in town.
Deeks: Wow. You were right. That got very personal very quickly.
Kensi: Yes, it did.
Carla: There. There I am. Holding down the fort. Just like I said.
Kensi: You weren't wrong about the crowd, either.
Carla: Yeah. It was a hotbed of stoners, hippies and CBD enthusiasts. Disgusting.
Deeks: Super lucky that you were there to hold them at bay.