Hawaii Five-0: 1.16 Powa Maka Moana

Steve:

What happened to you man? Where’s your sentimental side? There’s nothing in there.

Danny:

I don’t have a sentimental side, okay? And if I did, it would be reserved for human beings. Not dopey machines.

Steve:

Classic machine.

Danny:

One person’s classic is another person’s scrap metal.

Steve:

Well thank you very much, Socrates.

Tow Truck Driver:

You guys need some help?

Danny:

He needs help. I just need a lift.

Steve:

What are you doing there?

Danny:

I’m buying a car. What does it look like I’m doing?

Steve:

It looks like you’re doing Downward Dog but I know you don’t do yoga.

Danny:

That’s funny. No, I’m stretching, because my back hurts. You know why my back hurts?

Steve:

No, I don’t know. Why does your back hurt?

Danny:

I’ll tell you why. Because I spent the morning pushing a car down the Pali Highway.

Steve:

Oh. Where I come from, that’s called getting exercise.

Danny:

Where is that, Krypton? ‘Cause where I come that’s called a worker’s comp settlement.

Steve:

[To Kamekona] You’re wearing a plastic bag.

Kamekona:

How did you guys find me?

Steve:

We went by your shop. They told us you were out here.

Kamekona:

They’re fired.

Steve:

When did you start jogging?

Kamekona:

I’m training, brah.

Danny:

Did he just say he’s in a training bra?

Kamekona:

You’re funny. I’m training for a sumo competition.

Danny:

Oh, sumo. Shouldn’t you be wearing a diaper, a big diaper or something like that?

Kamekona:

It’s called a mawashi, brah. Lip off to me one more time. I’ll give you a personal introduction to the sport.

Big Lono:

You see that door? That’s built to withstand a 300-pound Samoan meth addict. So back off before you break a nail, sunshine.

Danny:

How about you open it, or I’ll come over there and break your face.

Big Lono:

You got some kind of learning disability? Read my lips: you, me – we’re done talking.

Danny:

[To Steve] Come on! What is the matter with you? You need help! I will pay for it!

Kono:

Four-year college tuition: 200,000 dollars. Books and supplies: 5,000. Room, board: 25,000. Passing out, two cocktails, olives up your nose?

Chin Ho:

Chin Ho:

Those work?

Bartender:

Yeah, boss put them in last year to make sure we carded everyone.

Kono:

You didn’t card my cousin.

Bartender:

Yeah man, about that…

Chin Ho:

Yeah, yeah, yeah – at least you didn’t call me your father.