Charles: I need a wolf name.
Gina: Yes.
Charles: Virginia Woolf.
Gina: Huh?
Charles: Well, I'm not gonna be her lame husband, Leonard. [sighs] Okay, it's time, Virginia.

Amy: Jake called. We need to get back to New York right now.
Charles: No, no, no, no, no. You can't just leave. We may need some of those contacts in the future. You're gonna go say good-bye, and you're gonna mean it.

Amy: All right, let's go. Okay, let's go over our exit strategy one more time. Seat 2A is gonna need help with her bags. She has twig arms. So if she blocks us, I play the pregnancy card. And remember, leave our luggage and-
Charles: Roll the dice with lost and found. I know; I've been studying this map you drew on the barf bag for 40 minutes.

Jake: Charles! Charles, Charles, Charles!
Charles; What's wrong?
Jake: Going crazy over here, man. The only worthwhile thing I've done today was take a Buzzfeed quiz about what kind of onion I am. [flashback] "Hm. Vidalia."
Charles: Ah. Cipollini.
Jake: That was not the point of my story.

Jake: Security footage came in. Let's see what we got.
Charles: Probably a huge break.
Jake: Well, let's not put too much pressure on it.
Charles: You're right. It's probably a dead end.
Jake: Also not helpful.
Captain Holt: Let's just watch the footage.

Jake: I don't know how I screwed this up, I mean, maybe Holt got in my head with all of his squatting.
Charles: It was a powerful image.

Sergeant Jeffords: I'm sick of you, Amy, and Holt winning.
Rosa: You're all so damn smug.
Charles: Yeah, you guys may be champs, but this year this year belongs to The Tramps.
Jake: Charles, that's a bad name.
Charles: Ha, you're just jealous. Everyone loves it.
Rosa: No.
Sergeant Jeffords: Nuh-uh.

Charles: I am so relieved. I thought maybe he was gonna ask one of Amy's brothers or, ugh, Sarge.
Sergeant Jeffords: Hey, man, come on.

Amy: Can we talk about the murder truck we just purchased with our very hard-earned money?
Charles: Oh, Amy, wait till you see her. I spent all night pressure-washing her, and she is spotless.
Amy: Yeah, it's just, what if word gets out that our food truck was the site of a double homicide?
Charles: What if word gets out? It's in the "Our Story" section of the menu. We're calling it Murder Truck!
Amy: We are?
Charles: Yeah! It was your idea.
Amy: No, it was my greatest fear.

Rosa: They don't want us releasing that footage. A hero horse is good PR for the department. Hey, man, uh Peanut Butter's going on "Ellen."
Charles: "Ellen"? That's my dream! [sighs] Now he gets to dance with DJ tWitch!

Dr. Ronald Yee: Now, I need one person per group to have a plaster cast made of their head.
Captain Holt: Uh, will he or she Be able to speak?
Dr. Ronald Yee: Not while the plaster's on, no.
Captain Holt: I vote Charles.
Amy: Charles.
Charles: I was gonna vote me, too. I mean, I know the plaster can dry out your skin, but as a Boyle, I'm aggressively moist.

Charles: Okay, I think we're ready for a practice sandwich.
Amy: Sounds good, boss.
Charles: Please call me "chef".
Amy: [chuckles] That's funny. ... Chef.
Charles: Thank you.

Jake: So NutriBoom is a massive financial scam, right? If we can prove that, we could take down the whole company.
Charles: Oh, I don't know. Are you sure you wanna take them on? They're pretty scary. I mean, no one's seen the CEO's wife in years. People think she's been murdered.

Charles: That was fun. Every aspect of owning a food truck is fun. It is fun, fun, fun.

Charles: Jake, I have a confession to make. The food truck is kind of stressing me out.