- Marty Deeks: Kens! What are we doing?
- Kensi Blye: I wanna have kids with you.
- Marty Deeks: What? We're making babies?
- Kensi Blye: We can sell the house. We can all live in a sprinter van. And, we can teach the kids how to surf, and we can teach them French, and we can collect berries.
- Marty Deeks: OK, yeah but baby, baby, I don't speak French and some berries are poisonous and the kids gotta be in school.
- Kensi Blye: That's OK because we can home school them in the van, it's totally fine.
- Marty Deeks: OK, this is a terrible plan.
- Kensi Blye: What, homeschooling them in the van, or the rope?
- Marty Deeks: I mean, both.
- Kensi Blye: It's OK now, you know why? Because the great news is, even the worst plan in the world is better than scraping your remains off the ceiling.
- Marty Deeks: And there it is, there's the touché.
- Marty Deeks: Kensi we got four minutes! Please stop. I need to tell you something. Baby sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I can't breath.
- Kensi Blye: What?
- Marty Deeks: I wake up and the world is narrow, and claustrophobic, and I feel like my, my chest is caving in and I feel like I'm gonna die.
- Kensi Blye: What? What?
- Marty Deeks: But then, I look at you - granted you're usually drooling on yourself and snoring like a chubby dachsund - but just knowing that you're there, and that somehow in all of this madness that you chose me... It makes my whole body relax, and I have this thing that I can only describe as peace. Baby I look at you, and I see us, and I can fall back to sleep.
- Kensi Blye: This can't be the end. Not like this.
- Marty Deeks: It's OK. Hey, look at me. You're the best thing that ever happened to me and I love you.
- Kensi Blye: I love you.