Rosa: Come on, Peralta! Holt said to use the whole team. We all want this solved.
Jake: I appreciate the offer, but I work best alone. Except when it comes to sex. Actually, sometimes including sex.
Captain Holt: I was trying to shield you. Do you know how much stress I've been under lately? My husband says he hasn't seen me smile in weeks.
Sergeant Jeffords: How much did you smile before that?
Captain Holt: Constantly.
Jake: I guess that's your new best friend now, Santiago. Emphasis on "Iago," backstabber.
Amy: I'm surprised you've read Othello.
Jake: What the hell's Othello? I'm calling you the parrot from Aladdin.
Captain Holt: Coat! Coat! Jacket! Coat! Is this a police precinct or a Turkish bazaar?
Boyle: How are going to get past them without a gun fight?
Jake: I'll tell you how John McClane would do it. The vents.
Boyle: Ah, blast the A/C, they get chilly, they leave to find sweaters.
Jake: No, we're gonna climb through them.
Boyle: Even better. Classic use of vents.
Amy: Shut your dumb poem mouth!
Charles: Greek? I don't trust the way the Greeks dance.
Jake: No one does.
Jake: All right, we're outnumbered and unarmed. If we're gonna get Gina back, we're gonna need weapons. This place sells hammers, wrenches-
Boyle: Do they sell plants? Because some of that potting soil is very toxic if ingested in large quantities.
Jake: So, you want to feed the bad guys a lot of soil?
Boyle: Force feed them.
Jake: Okay, that's a good idea that I will definitely consider.