Danny Messer: (To a girl with pink hair) Is that your natural hair color?

Danny Messer: [After talking about evidence] ok... one more thing, do you wear sneakers inside clown shoes?
Mac Taylor: Are you seriously asking me that question?
Danny Messer: What, no good? What the hell do I know about clowns?
Mac Taylor: Look, I'm a bright man Danny, but I'm afraid I can help you with that one.
[Jo arrives]

Danny Messer: [explaining his theory about what happened] Then he was screwed to death.
Don Flack: 6.5, Mess. Little shaky on the landing.

Danny Messer: [is trapped in a panic room until somebody can get him out] This is getting better and better, and I'm not spending a week in here with a crazy dead guy trying to figure the code, so do me a favour, call a locksmith.

Danny Messer: [on panic-room monitor] So you're telling me I'm stuck in this spaceship until tomorrow morning?

Danny Messer: Can you believe this? In the middle of the night, and now we have to deal with coyotes.
Don Flack: What is that all about? They've been attacking people in broad daylight too. Between them and the spiders...
Danny Messer: You afraid of spiders?
Don Flack: What? Northern Black Widow spiders, the female's poison, lay you out in two minutes.
Danny Messer: You scaredy cat.
Don Flack: That could be the cause of her death.
Danny Messer: you're a science guy now? Black widow bite would cause vomiting, chest pain, maybe some bad muscle cramps, but is not fatal. Besides, our girl died of suffocation. Not of a little itty bitty scary spider.
Don Flack: [slightly annoyed] Just bag the evidence.
[phone rings]

Danny Messer: Don't tell me you know a little something about football, please.
Lindsay Monroe: Is that so hard to believe?
Danny: No, it's just dangerous. I might ask you to marry me.

Danny Messer: Hey Montana! See a view like this, huh? Beats the wheat fields, no?
Lindsay Monroe: Have you ever even seen a wheat field? (walks away)
Danny: (to himself) What's to see? It's just wheat.

Danny Messer: Hey, what happened? I don't see Benton breathing down your neck. He take the training wheels off?
Det. Jennifer Angell: You here to bust my balls or to work, Messer?
Sheldon Hawkes: Oooh, Angell got her wings, huh?

Danny Messer: How does Sergeant Danny Messer sound?
Lindsay Monroe: Are you serious? You're thinking about taking the sergeant's exam?
Danny Messer: Maybe.
Lindsay Monroe: I think that's a great idea.
Danny Messer: Good. 'Cause I took it a few months ago and I'm waiting for the results in a few days.
Lindsay Monroe: What? Why didn't you tell me?
Danny Messer: I mean, I haven't told anyone. I mean, I don't know if I want it. I mean, it's more money. It puts me on the path to possibly running this lab one day but it takes me away from here. It would take me away from the team. It would take me away from you.
Lindsay Monroe: Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I love that you're thinking about our future like this.

Danny Messer: How's he doing?
Sheldon Hawkes: Well, doctor says he's fine. In fact, I hear he's already back at the office. They told him to take the rest of the week off, but you know Sid.
Danny Messer: Right, right. I mean, he's not happy unless he's looking at dead things.

Danny Messer: I have to say, whoever these women are, I admire their determination.
Jo Danville: You think they did the right thing?
Danny Messer: Eh... I mean, no. But, I can't say I wouldn't do the same thing in their position.

Danny Messer: I wouldn't look.
Lindsay Monroe: Is that me?! That's not funny!
Danny Messer: I didn't do it.
Lindsay Monroe: Yeah, but you're laughing.
Danny Messer: No.
Lindsay Monroe: You're going to be married to her. [They all keep laughing] We are growing old together.
[Adam notices Mac walking over]
Adam Ross: [Seriously] Boss, One o'clock.
Mac Taylor: What is happening in here?
Adam Ross: We were... well, ah... while these guys were, eh... goofing around, I discovered a rust like substance from the vics sweater, more than likely transfered from the weapon. [Lindsay and Danny look at him incredulously]
Danny Messer: Rust, huh?
Adam Ross: Yeah, huh.
Danny Messer: I think you need a distinct chemical composition or you'll be staring at big fat dead end chief.
Lindsay Monroe: There was no hit in Codis from the blood on the platform. And Danny's print from the train, dead end. But I did manage to find a partial print from the adhesive tape on the cigar box, and I'm thinking since our vic was wearing a mask, she was probably up to something, and she might have a record.
Danny Messer: Right, which we won't find any time soon, cause our vic is still a Jane Doe, and I ran Sid's ten card and we didn't get an ID... So if that print you recovered is hers, it's not gonna get us a name.
Lindsay Monroe: I'm your wife, ok. You don't have to turn on me.
[The three of them start arguing lightly]
Mac Taylor: You three done?
Adam Ross: Sorry.
Mac Taylor: Alright, lets get an ID on our Jane Doe, lets hunt down a location where this mask was purchased might be a good place to start, the quality of the material suggests it was custom made, not something you find on a costume store shelf, and run this clothes, lets see if we can find a murder weapon. Danny that palm print run it for trace, maybe we can find something that'll tell us where the killer works, lives or hangs out.
[Killer's cell phone starts vibrating]

Danny Messer: If Jimmy would have just patted these guys down a little better, or if that gun just fell one inch in the other direction, his whole life is different right now.

Danny Messer: Inhaling your alcohol... I think I saw this in an episode of The Jetsons.
Don Flack: I'm not a doctor, but that can't be good for you.
Danny Messer: The vapor or the girl?
Don Flack: Yeah...