Dillman: Interesting squad you have here, Raymond.
Captain Holt: I didn't choose them. They were here when I arrived.
Dillman: Understood.

Dillman: The point is, Jeffords is innocent, so I guess it's fair to say case open.
Captain Holt: My God, I have gooseflesh.

Dillman: You were the only suspect who did not go out for lunch, but if you were eating at your desk, how did you not see the perpetrator plant the glitter bomb?
Rosa: I wasn't at my desk. I was in the break room.
Dillman: Oh, the break room. That explains it. I guess we're done here.
Captain Holt: Oh, here it comes... The Dillman double back.
Dillman: Just to double back...
Captain Holt: Oh, my. He actually said the words. What a treat.

Captain Holt: Peralta, you can't be here. You're suspended. And you're lucky it's not worse. The DA's office wanted you fired.
Jake: I'm being framed, and I know who did it. It was Dillman!
Dillman: [scoffs] I just met you today. Why would I do that?
Jake: Good question. It's because you want Holt to put you on that task force.
Captain Holt: Dillman can't be on a New York task force. The SFPD would never approve it.
Jake: Correct, only he's not SFPD. When you first arrived, you asked us to check the fingerprints against the AFI system, but that system hasn't been used in over five years by any police department.
Dillman: Well, I used the AFI system for 20 years. I guess I misspoke.
Jake: Oh, misspoke. I see. That explains everything. My apologies. I'm just gonna head back on out to exile... Just to double back.
Captain Holt: My God. He's double backing Dillman.

Captain Holt: And I believe that's all I've got. Oh, wait, there's one more thing. Peralta gave me a note before the meeting. Ugh, the penmanship is horrid, but I think it says, "Ask if anyone has an anal mint."
Jake: It's announcements, and we do.
Charles: Wow, what an entrance.

Sergeant Jeffords: I'm so glad you're helping me. Maybe I won't blow it after all.
Captain Holt: Oh, you'll do plenty of blowing... Of that flute. Now, let's go. A five, six, seven, eight. Stop. The nod meant start now, not start one second later. Again. Five, six, seven, eight. Stop. Are you playing "The Muffin Man" or "The Garbage Man"?
Sergeant Jeffords: Huh?
Captain Holt: Do you know the Garbage Man? Because I do. Because I'm looking right at him. Again. Five, six, seven, eight. ♪ Bum, bum, bum, badum, bum, bum ♪ [later] Again. [later] Again. ♪ Bum, bum, bum, badum, bum, bum ♪ ♪ Da, da, da, da ♪ [later] Why did you stop playing, Garbage Man?
Sergeant Jeffords: I need some water.
Captain Holt: What you need to do is keep practicing, Garbage Man.
Sergeant Jeffords: I don't have any more saliva.
Captain Holt: And I don't have any more time for your excuses, Garbage Man. Now play again. Five, six...
Sergeant Jeffords: I don't want your help anymore! I'm not a garbage man! I'm a muffin man!

Sergeant Jeffords: Hi, my name is Terry Jeffords. And I don't know how this is going to go...
Captain Holt: Wait!
Sergeant Jeffords: Sir.
Captain Holt: I'm Captain Raymond Holt of the 99th precinct, and I need to tell you about this man. Now, the audition piece he's about to play may not be technically perfect. In fact, it may hurt your ears. You may consider it an insult to music. You may whisper to each other, "'Muffin Man'? Pssh! More like Garbage Man."
Sergeant Jeffords: Come on.

Captain Holt: Not necessarily. I was just checking to see if there was anything we could do to help. And I hate to say it, but I think there is.
Amy: Oh, you think he's gonna get me drugs from evidence?
Rosa: Uh, no. Something way weirder is happening.
Captain Holt: Hit it, Jeffords.
[Salt-N-Pepa's "Push It" plays as Captain Holt and Sergeant Jeffords dance in the interrogation room]

Amy: So, guys, tell me everything that happened while I was gone.
Sergeant Jeffords: Well, as you know, Hitchcock retired the very first second he could.
Hitchcock: [on video call] That's right. I couldn't wait to get out of there.
Sergeant Jeffords: Why are you always with us on FaceTime?
Hitchcock: Because I miss Scully.
Captain Holt: He's more present than when he worked here. It's been a terrible year.

Amy: Hello, Captain. It's so good to see you... so, so good.
Captain Holt: What's with the bizarre eye contact and the weird way you're talking, Santiago? Did you join a cult?
Amy: What? No.
Captain Holt: Are you sure? Most cult members don't realize they're part of a cult.
Amy: I'm not in a cult. I was trying to connect with you. It's a method from this book.
Captain Holt: Oh, is that one of Terry's sex books?
Sergeant Jeffords: [walks by] You mean one of Scully's sex books. [walks off]

Amy: So it says to participate in a new hobby your partner has expressed interest in. Have you gotten into anything new lately?
Captain Holt: I started performing daily checks of my blood-oxygen level during COVID because I feared for my life.
Amy: Oh!
[later, Amy and Captain Holt are both wearing pulse oximeters:]
Captain Holt: 98.
Amy: 98.
Captain Holt: We did it. We're back to being Raymond-Amy.
Amy: It's Raymy. And you can't measure our connection by blood levels. Let's do another exercise.

Captain Holt: Regulations.
Amy: Regulations.
Captain Holt: Regulations.
Amy: Regulations.
Captain Holt: How much longer do we have to do this?
Amy: It was supposed to be a meaningful word to both of us, but clearly that wasn't it.

Amy: Sir, do you have a minute? I wanted to apologize. Being back at work has been... weird. Rosa's gone, and the world has changed. And you were the one person I thought I could count on to be the same. Always Holt. I know I've been acting crazy, and I'm sorry.
Captain Holt: Do you know why I engaged in small talk with you earlier?
Amy: Because small talk is for strangers and con men, and that's what I am to you now, a stranger.
Captain Holt: No. I did it because... I am a con man. I was trying to con you into believing everything is normal with me when... it is not. Kevin and I have separated.
Amy: [gasps] Oh, my God. Why?
Captain Holt: It's been a tough year to be a Black man... and a police captain... and a human. I've been pushed to the brink emotionally and physically. I went into survival mode, and it seems I have... neglected my personal life.
Amy: [sighs] Does anyone else know?
Captain Holt: Not here. I have successfully hidden it for months... Not very well, I might add. I made small talk with Peralta on five separate occasions, and he never even batted an eye. He just blathered on about someone named... Wario.
Amy: Yeah, he does that.
Captain Holt: But you... [chuckles] You noticed that something was off with me the very first day you returned. That just shows how well you know me. And while I'm not yet ready to talk about it, it's nice... feeling like I'm not alone anymore. And that's thanks to you... Raymy.
Amy: Just so you know, I am not Raymy. We are Raymy.
Captain Holt: Just be glad I said it.
Amy: Totally. Yes, I am. Thank you, sir.

Captain Holt: This is the sitting room. We considered referring to it as a living room, but decided against it.
Jake: Fascinating!
[later:]
Captain Holt: This is the TV room. Or it was before we got rid of the TV. Now it is also a sitting room.
Jake: Two sitting rooms?
[later:]
Captain Holt: Now this... this is why we bought the place. The master sitting room.
Jake: Wow, look at all this seating!
Sergeant Jeffords: Jake, can I talk to you for a second?

Sergeant Jeffords: Now, come on, tell me the plan.
Jake: Fine. Step one was getting them here together. Step two, reignite the passion. You'll handle Captain Holt.
[later:]
Sergeant Jeffords: Sir, you have something on your pants.
Captain Holt: Huh, I've sat in some sap, like a sap.
Sergeant Jeffords: At least you have a sense of humor about it.
Captain Holt: Not intentionally. I was upset and stumbled into accidental wordplay.