Marcus: It was all Charles's idea.
Charles: I told you I knew you, Ro-ro.
Rosa: Thank you. But never call me Ro-ro again.
Charles: Oh, but I will. I've earned this.
Happy B-day, Ro-ro.

Gina: Do you know how disgustingly entangled our lives will be if our parents turn into a real couple?
Charles: Yes! You think I want you and your mom horning in on the Boyle boys mimosa brunches? That's our guy time.
Gina: Ugh.

Charles: My only relationship that wasn't totally devastating when it ended was my casual sex carnival with Gina.

Genevieve: Excuse me. Is that takoyaki?
Charles: Yeah, from Senka, right down the street.
Genevieve: Oh, I love that place. The chef lets me take octopus hearts home for my dogs.
Charles: Oh, lucky! How many dogs do you have?
Genevieve: Oh, too many. Three.
Charles: That's how many I have. All right, wait, quick question. How do you keep them off the bed?
Genevieve: I gave up. I sleep on the floor.
Charles: Me too.
(in unison) It's better for your back!

Charles: She is amazing. Her palette is wide and deep.
Jake: Gross.
Charles: And at one point, when she wasn't looking, I snuck a whuff of her hair.
Jake: Of course you did.
Charles: She uses one of my top three shampoos! Tahitian Coconut, Extra Lather.
Jake: Sounds good, Boyle. Did you get her number?
Charles: Ah, we lost track of time. She had to go back into court. When she's done, I'm going to ask her out.

Charles: Interesting. Yeah, something definitely doesn't add up.
(To Jake) Did you know there's a sausage you can drink?
Jake: What? Are you even talking about the case?
Charles: We got distracted. Oh, she has an amazing tongue. Strong, supple, amazing bud density.

Charles: Oh my God, socks and shoes. This is exactly the type of stuff I own. This is kismet.

Charles: I really thought I'd get Genevieve out of prison. Then we'd cover ourselves in paint and make love for twenty-five hours. One more hour than her and Nick.

Sergeant Jeffords: Fine! I'm not better. These nibs are just too damn delicious.
Charles: I don't think the nibs being too yummy is the problem.
I think right now, there's too much on your plate - metaphor intended.

Charles: Come on, our parents are married. Genevieve and I are dating. I want you to have someone too.
You shouldn't have to slow-dance alone after family dinner.

Gina: Wait so Nadia wasn't just a distraction?
Charles: No, 100% real. Handsome, cool, hair as thick as a collie's. I found you the perfect guy, and you drove him off.

Charles: Falcon one, do we have a go?
Jake: The light is green, tiger one.
Charles: What are you gonna say when you crash through the window?
Jake: Hey, there, sorry for dropping in.
Charles: Goose bumps, Jake. Goose bumps.

Charles: Oh, guys, please, please calm down. I hate it when you argue. It reminds of when my dad used to fight with my best friend my mom.

Jake: It was a total disaster.
Charles: Not a total disaster. None of us got sick from that dog water.
Jake: You drank that?
Charles: No.

Gina: Aw, Chuckles. You're looking even more broken than usual.
Charles: Yeah, I should have never have tried to stand up to Captain Holt. Why didn't I just beg for mercy? It's my signature move: "The Charles."