Danny Messer: (laughing) Oh, how is the new girlfriend?
Don Flack: Keep walking, Messer.
Danny Messer: No, seriously, where did you meet her?
Don Flack: Met her at a charity event. Police/fire hockey game.
Danny Messer: So she's got teeth, or...?
Don Flack: Move!
(A dent in a car bounces back)

Danny Messer: Montana, hold up.
Lindsay Monroe: What's up?
Danny Messer: (on phone) Yeah, I got her. (to Lindsay) Evidence is coming in on the James Stanton murder, and we have a date with it.
Lindsay Monroe: We got the car?
Danny Messer: You make the coffee. I'll go get the Batmobile

Danny Messer: My mother was so pissed off, she didn't talk to me for a week... It was kind of a peaceful week.

Danny Messer: Speed Racer's Mach 5 does not come close to the Batmobile. End of story.
Lindsay Monroe: Are you kidding me? The Mach-5 had submersible capabilitites and a robotic homing pigeon.
Danny Messer: Yeah, so did the Batmobile. Along with rocket boosters and armor plating.
Lindsay Monroe: Mach-5: Rotary saw.
Danny Messer: All right, Montana. Did Speed Racer's Mach-5 have a field forensics kit?
Lindsay Monroe: The Batmobile did not have a field forensics kit.
Danny Messer: In the Batmobile's trunk, it did.
Lindsay Monroe: That explains so much.

Danny: (Few minutes earlier Rikki gives him pack of sugar.)Rikki, wait!... What's with the sugar?

Danny: I'm gonna get some coffee, you want some coffee?
Lindsay: No, thanks.
Danny: How long are you gonna stay mad at me, Linds?
Lindsay: Oh, is that what this is? Me mad at you?
Danny: Is it still about missing your birthday?... Look, I didn't want to go to lunch yesterday. Why do you have to make a big deal out of it?
Lindsay: (bitingly) Do me a favor, Danny, don't reduce me to some shallow clingy girlfriend that's starting to suffocate you, OK? That's not what this is about! Ever since Ruben Sandoval died, I feel like I've lost my best friend. And don't mistake this for jealousy ok, I know what it's like to lose someone you care about, to see them one day and not see them the next and to know you'll never see them again. I would never expect you not to grieve, but clearly you've just decided to do it all on your own... OK, I get it (stands up to leave). My mistake for thinking that you might need somebody to lean on. And you know, for the record, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself because I've fallen in love with you and I have to figure out how to let that go. (leaves the room almost in tears)

Danny: (holding an empty box) Where are the shoes that were in this box?
Amber Stanton: They're gone. I threw them away.
Lindsay: You threw away a pair of four-hundred dollars shoes?
Amber Stanton: Is that against the law? Why do you bother? Mitchell Bentley was a piece of garbage.
Lindsay: You just don't get it, do you? It doesn't matter who the victim is. It's the killer we're after.

Danny: (holding the iPod) So, this is what was used to hijack the train. He attached an MP3 player to the control panel. The sick bastard.
Stella: Ya, well that sick bastard is Mac's stalker.

Danny: Hey Linds! (walking up to her, with a tray of test vials)
Lindsay: Oh, Danny! They're beautiful! Nothing says you're special like centrifuge tubes filled with DNA samples.
Danny: I'm not gonna live this down, am I?
Lindsay: Forgetting my birthday? Probably not. Where did you get these?
Danny: Adam found more blood samples on the knife. There was a piece of shrapnel hidden inside the handle. You run the blood he found on the hilt?
Lindsay: (turning, a little upset) Yup, came back non-human. Send it to serology for protein analysis.
Danny: Lindsay, come on. Guys, we are not wired for remembering dates, okay? We remember sports stats and then steak sides, that sort of thing, all right?
Lindsay: (sighs and turns back around) Steak sides? You are so busted!

Danny: So these guys are mailing the money somewhere.
Sheldon: Smart move. Not keeping the cash on them or in the apartment.
Angell: If you raise the ink from the pouch, maybe we can get an address.
Danny: Oh, what? You doing science now?

Danny: You know what? You should mind your own business.
Flack: You're my friend, Danny. It makes it my business.

Det. Renee Brennen: What made you think you'd find anything at all? You specifically asked to visit an unoccupied floor. You flashed your badge, said it was police business. Now, it doesn't sound to me like you were looking for office space.
Mac: I was sent here. I don't know why or by whom, and I don't know who the victim hanging from that ceiling is or how it connects to me.

Detective Danny Messer: Must've been a hell of a pickle.

Detective Danny Messer: Toy stores and schools are the last places I want to be looking for a killer right now.

Detective Danny Messer: Why'd you run when I badged you?
Mercury: [as if it's obvious] Street racing is illegal.
[Danny laughs]