Amy: Okay, so I need to come up with 15 grand or my father/daughter dance is going to be performed by that.

Amy: I can't believe I'm about to say this. I really wish you could come look at urine with us, but you can't. You're suspended. Go home.

Amy: It doesn't matter, because the night is already ruined. My stupid mother invited my stupid brother David to join us.
Rosa: I thought you liked your brothers.
Amy: I have seven brothers, Rosa, and I like all of them except David. Perfect David. David graduated at the top of his class at the police academy. David took a bullet for the mayor. David bakes his own bread.

Amy: And Jake I haven't seen him in weeks, and it's been so hard. I love him so much.
Oh, my God. I've said "I love you" to him before, but I've never added "so much." What if I never get to say "so much"?

Amy: Check it: I got a copy of last year's workplace conflict presentation. All we have to do is study the crap out of it, then we can answer every question before that tool from HR even asks it. We'll be done in no time.
Rosa: So your solution for getting us out of the boring seminar is having us memorize the boring seminar.
Amy: Exactly.
Captain Holt: It's genius, and it's fun. I love committing things to memory.
Rosa: Yeah, I'm out. I don't do homework.
Amy: You do now. Get busy, ya flope.
Rosa: Flope?
Amy: It means loser, okay? It's new slang. People are saying it! The tween said so!

Amy: Dental emergency. I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled.
Captain Holt: Wow. You must be in a lot of pain.
Amy: Yeah. I've been in pain for days.
Captain Holt: I had no idea you were living like this.
Amy: No one knows. I am a rock. I am an island. I have lapsed into song lyrics again.

Jake: Hey, you made it.
Amy: Yeah.
Jake: We finally got all the Lambda Nus back into holding.
Amy: Who are the Lambda Nus? Doesn't matter. I'll read your notes later.
Jake: I didn't take any notes.
Amy: What the hell, Jake? Do you even love me?
Jake: Says the woman who never once sent me flowers. Never mind.

Captain Holt: Santiago, thank you for coming in. It's no secret the the NYPD has an image problem.
Amy: Yeah. When I told my garbage man I was a cop, he said "Gross." He had someone else's bandaid stuck to him.

Amy: No sign of Holt anywhere.
Rosa: I know that's important, but I don't think I can just breeze past the outfit, Sister Act.
Amy: I sweat through my clothes and I found this in the back of a closet, okay? Deal with it.
Rosa: You look great.

Amy: Hello, sir. Sorry again for tying you spread eagle on the bed.
Captain Holt: Apology not accepted.

Jake: Happy Halloween. I see you all have your game faces on. Special shout-out to Amy who is clearly only wearing that pumpkin costume to conceal her heist equipment.
Amy: Nuh-uh. I was greeting kids at the Halloween party.
Rosa: Nobody believes you.

Amy: Sir, you were doing so well, okay? Don't let this rattle you.
Rosa: Are you wearing sponges in your armpits?
Amy: If you have a better way to soak up sweat, I would like to hear it.

Amy: So I take it you couldn't get out of organizing Wuntch's memorial.
Captain Holt: Oh, no. It's impossible. She has bested me yet again.
Amy: Well then stop being such a moron, you idiot.
Captain Holt: Amy!
Amy: Sorry, it's the hormones. They're making me really irritable.
Rosa: Angry Amy's right.

Amy: So, Captain Kim, I've been going through your files-
Captain Julie Kim: And I've been going through yours, very impressive stuff.
Amy: Oh.
Captain Julie Kim: Not just the case work, but look at how they're organized, the penmanship, color coding. How do you get such straight margins on a hand-written document?
Amy: Oh, well, I like to say when it comes to margins
Both: There's no margin for error. [both laugh]

Amy: This actually could be great, Boyle. You could romance her into talking, but you shouldn't do anything that you're not comfortable with.
Charles: Oh, no. No, I won't have to. It's not gonna get physical. You see, the art of seduction is all about making people wait.
Amy: Right.
Charles: Genevieve and I often begin our lovemaking sessions-
Amy: Oh. Okay.
Charles: With hours upon hours of delicateness-
Amy: Okay. Please stop.
Charles: That kind of blow-
Amy: Guard!