Captain Holt: I could torpedo her promotion. Just saying it brims my soul with joy. But to do so would mean she stays here in New York City, hanging over me like an Albino bat. On the other hand, if I praise Wuntch she will leave the city, the clouds will part, and the children will sing "Wuntch is gone".
Rosa: What children?
Captain Holt: All the children.
Rosa: Right. That was a stupid question.