Talk about peeing in the wrong place at the wrong time!

Monroe: But if you’re right, and this is in some old Grimm book, this could be predetermined!
Hank: We’re talking *fate*?
Monroe: Yeah, in a way. Which of course means *this* conversation was supposed to be.
Wu: ...okay, this is just one big existential migraine.

Wu: This is *a lot* of dead bats.
Hank: And yet, I’m not surprised.

Hank: I should have gone with him!
Wu: Well, the invitation *wasn’t* really extended to us.
Monroe: Nick was adamant about going solo.
Hank: Well, I’m adamant about getting him outta there!

Mason Wilcox: I didn’t kill her!
Nick: Then why’d you run?
Hank: Don’t you know we *hate* that?

Nick: I had this… weird feeling.
Wu: What kinda weird feeling?
Nick: *Not* normal weird.
Wu: Yeah, but when *you* get a weird feeling, it’s different from when *I* get a weird feeling.
Hank: I’m gettin’ a weird vibe here, too…
Wu: Okay, now I’m getting a weird vibe feeling. But I don’t know if it’s yours or mine.

Well, that could lead one to believe that someone cut off the arms of Robert Johansson and Martin Dominguez and beat Dr. Hampton to death with them, leaving their fingerprints at the crime scene. However… I have a feeling that’s *wrong!*

Dr. Levy: Sometimes science requires you to ask forgiveness rather than permission.
Hank: Not quite how the law works.

Rosalee: Hank! Thank God! I need your help, something terrible is happening!
Hank: Don’t I know it! I have been interrupted in a beautiful place on a beautiful day from the one true love of my life! Do you hear me?! [sees his reflection in a mirror] You! Baby!

Hank: Someone woke up in a bad mood, smashed a guy’s head into the pavement.
Nick: You’re happy about this?
Hank: No! But I’ll take a cold-blooded murder over an unsolvable ancient riddle about the universe *any* day. The only Big Bang Theory I wanna deal with is one from a gun.

Hank: I think whatever it is was in his head, and it’s a little late to nail *that* shut…
Nick: So you’re thinking it’s just mental?
Hank: No, I'm never *just* thinking that… But one could always hope…

I do not like dead bodies on an empty stomach.

Grimm Quotes

Come on let's have a brew. And, by the way, you're paying for that window.


Why can't you look at her ass like the rest of us?