Thick crust. Extra bullets, please.

Danny: Okay. All right. What's that look?
Steve: What look?
Danny: The look. The look you give me when you don't tell me what you're thinking and the next think I know I'm getting shot at.

Steve: Book em' Dano
Danny: Really? Is that gonna be a thing now?
Steve: You don't like it?
Danny: Don't like it.
Steve: I think it's catchy.

Steve: That guy was only going to talk under fear of death?
Danny: Fear of death? People will tell you anything under fear of death. That doesn't make it true!

Danny: Where you going?
Steve: We are going to Roland's house, these guys are thieves, I want to know what you are after.
Danny [pointing off the roof]: That way, you're going?
Steve [turns around towards stairs]: Shut up.

Danny: If a suspect dies, he loses the ability to speak. Ergo, he is useless to us.
Steve: Ergo?

Steve: This is densely layered ballistic glass, laminated onto a shield of resilient polycarbonate.
Danny: Why can't you just say "bulletproof."

Steve: Nobody in Hawaii wears a tie.
Danny: Oh sorry, I like to look professional.

Put your hands behind your back, don't make me shoot you again.

Danny: Let's just not talk.
Steve: You mean now? Or ever?

Danny: We shouldn't be doing this without backup.
Steve: You are the backup.
Danny: I am the backup. I hate him so much.

McGarrett: Tell me you know how to swim.
Danny: I know how to swim. I swim for survival, not for fun.