Danny Messer: Yeah, I think I saw this on an episode of The Flintstones.
Stella Bonasera: Cute.

Danny: 10 o'clock to 11 o'clock, last night, your whereabouts, those two concepts in one answer please, Mr. Mathers.

Danny: (very upset,charging in) Mac, is this him, the scumbag that killed Aiden?!
Mac: Danny, get out of here.
Danny: Just let me talk to him. Aww. I will get him to crack, I promise you that.
Mac: How?! By tuning him up? Stella's got the case, she knows what to do!
Danny: This is Aiden! She's one of our own, Mac!
Mac: That's why we can't make any mistakes. We do this one by the book, understand?
Danny: (getting calm) All right, I just wanted to help.
Mac: I know. Me too.

Danny: [bringing in some of the exotic cuisine] Who's going first?
Stella: You gotta be kidding.
Flack: Pass!
Hawkes: Uh-uh.
Lindsay: It's just protein. [takes a bite of fried tarantula and everyone looks on]
Mac: [smiling and holding out hand to Danny] Told you she'd do it.
Danny: [handing five dollars to Mac] All right, all right, here you go.
Mac: Okay! Pizza in my office. [Everyone but Lindsay and Danny leaves]
Lindsay: You bet Mac I wouldn't do it?
Danny: Yeah, what was I thinking? Never bet against a country girl.
Lindsay: [eating more] You know, actually it's not that bad.

Danny: [knocking as he walks into the lab] What do you got, Montana?
Lindsay: [at the microscope, annoyed] Danny, stop calling me that. It's Lindsay. Lindsay Monroe.
Danny: All right, all right, I'm just joking.
Lindsay: Well, it's not funny. Am I supposed to be the new girl and the butt of your jokes?
Danny: You upset that Mac dismissed you?
Lindsay: I can handle it.
Danny: No, it's not about that. He was looking out for you. You saw that place. It was a slaughterhouse in there.
Lindsay: What, you think I haven't seen blood like that before?
Danny: I dunno, to tell you the truth. Have you?
Lindsay: Yes...and a lot worse than that.

Danny: [looking up as Lindsay completes her work] You're done?
Lindsay: [kinda smug] Waiting on you.
[wondering why their suspect entered an apartment building with a steering wheel lock, but left without it]

Danny: [seeing Mac playing bass in a club] Get outta here. You're kidding me? How did you know he played?
Lindsay: I figured it out. I could tell by the way he held the bass in the lab that he knew guitars and I knew he had a standing appointment on Wednesday. Could have been a shrink or yoga. But I took the music option.
Danny: I'm impressed.
Lindsay: Maybe you didn't know him as well as you thought.

Danny: [Sees Scagnetti walk in with a pink bag] Oh, Detective Prada. That's a nice bag, matches your shoes perfectly.
Scagnetti: [sarcastically] You're a funny guy, Messer.

Danny: Exotic cuisine. I'm talking about this thing that's going on at the Grand View Region this week. Black-tie affair and with the super-rich get together and they eat crazy stuff. I saw an ad for it yesterday.
Hawkes: Well that would explain the bow-tie, fancy-dress by the bed.
Danny: What do you think? You hungry?
Hawkes: Let's go.

Danny: Hair from the... kinkapoodle? What is it?

Danny: He's definitely in some kind of trouble.
Stella: Maybe you should cut him some slack. He is your brother.
Danny: If it's not trouble, he's probably looking for a handout.

Danny: Hey, crimestopper. Run to Ray's, grab me a slice, extra pepperoni, right? Bring it back. Just fold it up, slide it right through the hole.
Flack: That's no way to treat good pizza, Messer.

Danny: I don't need a boss. I need a friend.

Danny: Miss Drake's been busy. There's more semen samples here than at a fertility clinic.

Danny: So, we're looking for a combination of Spiderman and Minnesota Fats.