That’s it, folks. Finale! A big fat shout out to Alex O’Loughlin for always elevating the material he is given. His Alexpressions, commitment and talent were needed to save a lot of episodes.
Let’s go! leiCa
Hm, the guy who carefully puts the single feather into the organic eggs-crate has a pretty awesome job, too.
Just one restauRANT too many.
So pecunia DOES olet, Steve?
I SEE YOU!!! Good to know that McBear had his back.
Awww. Steve. ILY in sign language. We love you too.
Damn, these tourists are so stupid. No need to watch the flags. You’ll know if the shark comes nearer when you’re hearing the music.
Steve McGarrett’s phone even has submarine mode.
Likes the concept of pregnancy tests. Wishes he could get more answers to existential questions by just peeing on something.
The difference between men and women? If a woman says “take a smell” most of the time it smells good.
“How you look, Danny? With your eyes!” (Steve/polite)
There’s not much color. But there’s sweat.
“Yesterday Junior refused to eat the home smoked ox tongue I made him just because it came out of an animal’s mouth. Cooked him an egg then.”
Meet Steve McG. Escargoing his way into the Russian Embassy.
Well, HELLLLOOOOO!!!! We should make a security backup of his butt.
“I just killed one of your elite soldiers. You better not tell me how to drink my Bloody Mary.”
They come in tiny, small, medium, large
AND IN CHARGE.
I hope the restaurant is Danny’s pregnancy test.
And I hope he is pregnant.
Here’s to Season 9!
Phew! It’s done. I need the hiatus. Like really. Fanfiction I’m coming, do you remember me?