Kensi Blye: Martin Deeks, will you marry me?
Marty Deeks: No, come on, baby. You gotta stand up. You can't do this.
Kensi Blye: Deeks, I think I just did.
Marty Deeks: No, but you can't, because the guy, the guy has to, the guy has to propose.
Kensi Blye: Really? Because I think it's 2017, and you kinda had your shot.
Marty Deeks: Not to be a stickler for detail, but I've proposed to you three times if you count the very romantic time I proposed to you while you were in a coma. Baby, what are you doing?
Kensi Blye: Life is really short, Deeks. I mean, we saw that today, and we see it every day. And I don't know how much time either one of us has left, but I do know this: I want to spend the rest of what I have with you. So what's gonna be?
Marty Deeks: I don't know, this is a lot for a girl to process.
Kensi Blye: You are such an idiot.
Marty Deeks: I love you.
Kensi Blye: I love you.
Marty Deeks: Yes, absolutly, what the hell, yes.
Marty Deeks: My god, did that just happen?
Marty Deeks: Well, I got to be honnest, I thought that, uh, thought it'd have a little more bling to it.
Kensi Blye: Oh, no. You know me. I'm more bang than bling.
Marty Deeks: That's right. Sunshine and gunpowder.