Captain Holt: Diaz, congratulations on moving on to the second round, said I, sarcastically.
Rosa: Oh, you're still in this. I knew a uniformed officer had been eliminated, I just couldn't remember which one.
Captain Holt: Okay, we're both great at insults. Let's move on. Tell me, why do you wanna win this game so badly?
Rosa: Honestly... I guess I still feel like my parents don't accept my sexuality. And winning this will let me prove to myself that as long as I feel good about who I am, that's all that matters.
Captain Holt: That's a load of dung. You processed that parent stuff a year ago.
Rosa: You're right, we're going to Drag Brunch this Sunday.

Rosa: I want to say a few words. When Jason died seven days ago, I didn't give a rat's ass.
Charles: This is your speech?
Rosa: 'Cause I didn't understand why people care so much about their dumb dogs till I got a dumb dog myself. I've only had Arlo for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.
Gina: Very violent eulogy, I like it.

Rosa: Hey, you should run. Going to meetings, writing stuff down. You love that nerd stuff.
Amy: Writing stuff down is nerdy? What do you do?
Rosa: I just forget stuff like a cool person.

Sergeant Jeffords: Wait, is that a smile I see?
Rosa: Possibly. My immune system is too weak to fight off my smile muscles.

Captain Holt: So Diaz, I figured out why you wanna win. I hacked your work calendar.
Rosa: Those calendars are public. Everyone on the system has access.
Captain Holt: I hacked it. I'm a hacker.

Charles: Damn it, my pants. Sorry, everyone. Look away, look away.
Jake: Oh, damn.
Amy: Wow, who knew?
Jake: He really is the greatest showman.

Charles: Okay, here we go, everyone. The game begins when the elevator doors ding. Are you ready for the Hellevator?
Hitchcock: Buckle up. The juice is loose! I am, Hitchcock!
Jake: What the [bleep]?