With episodes like this one, Friday is my second favorite f-word.
Therefore I got a little bit lost here. You know why. You’ve seen the episode.
Damn, yes, I am cuter!
Steve’s answer to a nuclear bomb, the apocalypse, a fire storm or no milk in the fridge: Hold my beer!
Eddie face is Eddiective.
Man, I should take more selfies.
Thugs are like Pokemons. You can’t catch them if you don’t have any balls.
Look. A flying fuck.
A man is never tired. He’s exhausted.
A man never faints. He passes out.
A man is never very sad. He is crushed.
Bombs, grenades, fire, gunshots. A normal day in the life of one Steve McGarrett. The lash perm keeps.
Rinsing, dusting, wiping, washing. This time I wouldn’t mind.
While you’re looking at this three Avenger movies got produced.
Try not to cry.
Cry a lot.
People make life so difficult.
You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.
Something destroyed the Disney classic “The Lady and the Tramp” for him. No longer a member of the Seal Point Club.
Move your hands. Shake it all around. Because: He’s got the moves like Jaguar.
Seal is broken. Handle with care.