Amy: Rosa, I'm working this case with you. Jake, I know we have a ton of wedding stuff to do, but-
Jake: No, no, no. You absolutely have to do this. He's your white whale. He's your Johnny Franzia.
Amy: Who?
Jake: My archnemesis? Johnny Franzia? The guy who's been tormenting me with a deck of cards for years? "Looks like deuces are wild, Peralta"? Seriously? I feel like I talk about him constantly, but it doesn't matter.