Tokura: If you have pressing affairs elsewhere, Mr. McGarrett, we will quite understand.
McGarrett: As a matter of fact, I have. I'm about to order a medal -- for the next bushido who comes to chop you down.
... And They Painted Daisies on His Coffin [1.07]
McGarrett: Don't bleed, Danno, think!
McGarrett: [to Danno] Well, if there is anything else, you better remember it. A cop pulls his gun, he better remember every single detail. There's always trouble when you pull a gun, more if you fire it. You hit somebody, and you're up to your hip pockets in it. And if a cop kills somebody, every single fact better jive or he gets nailed to the wall. He's guilty until he proves himself innocent. Now that's backwards, ugly and unfair but that's the way it is.
Danno: A small blonde who might've been there? Not much to go on.
McGarrett: Well, it eliminates all the tall redheads.
Danno: It's a stinking job.
McGarrett: Who told you it was anything else?
Danno: He was just a boy, Steve. A boy. Probably never even had to shave.
McGarrett: You think it's easier to kill a grown man? You think the next one'll be easier than this one? God help you if you do. [pauses] It better hurt every time. It better tear your guts out every time you pull that gun, whether you use it or not. You learn to live with it, but don't get used to it.
McGarrett: I don't think you've been listening, Miss Michaels. I've known a hundred Joeys. As soon as he's finished using you, as soon as he makes that one big hit or he gets in a tight spot and he can run faster without you, then comes the kiss-off. But you know that better than I do. Think about it, huh?
McGarrett: [to Chin, as a witness refuses to look at a line-up] Talk to him some more. Maybe he'll develop a public conscience, huh?
McGarrett: He also claims he never saw the cat burglar, doesn't even know his name.
McGarrett: I abhor violence in any form. I think that violence breeds violence on any level. Every war, every riot started with one individual act of violence. I’m a peace officer. Euphemism? Maybe. But I want peace more than anything else in the world.
McGarrett: Lesson one. Nobody is loved by everybody.
McGarrett: There are dangerous animals in the world and some of them walk on two feet. They don't want peace and they're not capable of love. Society [...] need[s] protection from these warped minds, and that's my job. Now, you have every right to sing about peace, and march about it, write about it... but what I just told you is the way it is, unfortunately. That's why we're armed.
Margi: Have you ever thought that sometimes this world can be harder on a woman than a man?
McGarrett: [undercover as Harry Brown] Yeah. Yeah, sometimes.
Margi: Underneath what we grow up to be, I suppose there's just a little girl in all of us looking out, wondering why people turn into such frightening misshapen monsters. And then one day, you look and you're one of those people. You're one of those frightening misshapen monsters. Crowding, destroying, doing anything to stay alive.
Warren: Look, I promise that I won't interfere with your lifestyle... within reason, that is.
Wanda: It's dear father, fair and life is problem.
Warren: The boy is going to destroy you.
Wanda: So help me Don, if you start chanting, I'll kick you.
Don: Peace. [chanting the Hare Krishna mantra]
Wanda: [yelling] I've ask you not to do that! You wanna know why... because I've had it! The whole mystic bit, the chanting, the hanging incense from the ceiling, the stopping from the heartbeat it's sick, sick, sick! I can't take it anymore!
Warren: She had so much to give... unless he had twisted her... so destroyed her.
McGarrett: He? Who is he?
Warren: Don Miles. The boy that Wanda was involve with. He couldn't get a job, couldn't wear shoes, couldn't cut his hair. He could teach himself to hang and was teaching her. He was teaching her to hang herself... to kill herself.