Steve: Book'em Danno
Danny: Book me a towel.

Steve: Looks like I found our motive.
Danny: I'll see your motive and raise you a murder weapon.

Steve: Time travel doesn't exist.
Max: On the contrary, there are several theories....
Danny: With all due respect. For argument sake, let's say this man didn't own a Delorian and is from the 21st century.

Danny: You ruined my frittata.
Steve: I put it out of its misery.

Steve: Since when do you speak Russian?
Danny: I worked a Russian Mob case, all I learned to say was "back off we're cops" and "this vodka taste like urine."

Steve: Danny!
Danny: I shot him once in the shoulder, the other two are in the grass, he will be fine.

Danny: Oh no gimpy, I got this one..
Lori: Thanks; see chivalry isn't dead
Steve: I carried you down a mountain?!

Steve: Uh Danny, if we drown him, he won't be able to tell us anything.
Danny: Hey, I'm trying to drown him; he killed a friend of mine ok?

Lori: Your shoe's untied.
Steve: [looks down as Lori takes off running] that's your plan "my shoes untied".

Danny: Waiting is the hardest part.
Steve: I hear labor pains are the hardest part.
Danny: Please keep in mind that I'm helping my ex-wife deliver another man's baby, so cut me some slack, please.
Steve: Your right, I'm sorry.

Kono: Good job hiding the wire boss, where did you place it?
Steve: Let's put it this way, once we're done, he can keep it.

Steve: Whoa, do you hear that?
Danny: Are we do a thing? You know, that thing where we pretend we hear something so we justify entering without a war...
Voice: Hey!
Danny: That I heard.