Leo Fitz: Here's the new Night-Night pistol.
[Ward tries it out]
Grant Ward: Sorry, Fitz. It's close, but it's just not right.
Leo Fitz: [Quietly] 'Cause agent Coulson had no problems.
Grant Ward: It's an ounce too heavy.
Skye: [Sitting nearby] An ounce? Seriously?
Grant Ward: It's the difference between success and failure. When you're on a rooftop with a 15-mile-an-hour wind, Your target is 500 yards away...
Leo Fitz: Yeah, but we do have a rifle.
Grant Ward: [Looks at Fitz] Lose the ounce.
[Leaves]
Leo Fitz: Yeah, okay. On it. "Lose the ounce".
[Imitating Ward]
Leo Fitz: I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I can shoot the legs off a flea from 500 yards, as long as it's not windy.
[Skye laughs]
Jemma Simmons: [Jemma Enters the Lab] So, Ward was here? Let me guess the night-night pistol again?
Leo Fitz: Yeah, and he said it was off by an ounce.
Jemma Simmons: Of course he did.
[Also imitating Ward]
Jemma Simmons: I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I could rupture your spleen with my left pinky... blindfolded!