McGarrett: Must you know every detail of my life?
Danno: Hey, this is the CIA you are dealing with here, okay. They wrote the book on advanced interrogation techniques, which I am absolutely positive you have sitting on your bedside table right now.

Danno: He said he was going in for a business meeting. Who pats you down for a business meeting?
McGarrett: Someone who doesn't want to get caught.

McGarrett: Why, what are you going to do?
Danno: It's nothing. I've got it. I'm gonna take care of it.
McGarrett: Okay, I know what nothing means, so...
Danno: Nothing means, nothing, Stephen. I'm fine.
McGarrett: Don't go anywhere I'm gonna be there soon.

Matt: What's with the third degree, Magnum? Are you looking to poach my client?
Danno: Yeah, I'm trying to poach your client. I'm checking in on my little brother's career; that alright?

Danno: You ready to see your Uncle Mattie, or what? He's what?
Grace: The coolest ever.
Danno: You know a less secure father might take that personally. I always considered myself the coolest ever.

So, you pirates have a piratey code of silence?


McGarrett: I'll be back.
Danno: I'll be back? That's all you could come up with is, I'll be back? Trust me he's done better.

Danno: When did you start jogging?
Kamekona: I'm training bra'.
Danno: Did he just say he's in a training bra?

Danno: I am stretching because my back hurts. You know why my back hurts?
McGarrett: No. Why does your back hurt?
Danno: Because I spent the morning pushing a car down the highway.
McGarrett: Oh, where I come from that's called good exercise.
Danno: Oh really? Where's that, Krypton? Where I come from it's called a workers comp settlement.

I don't have a sentimental side, okay, and if I did it would be reserved for human beings. Not some junky machine.


Do I wanna steer? No. I don't wanna steer. I want to continue to push this hunk of metal up a hill in ninety degree weather! That's what I wanna do!


Danno: You know what the greatest invention of all time is?
Chin: What?
Danno: The ignore button. I have a theory that whoever invented the modern cellular phone also had an ex-wife.