Sergeant Jeffords: Did you just give away your magic jacket?
Charles: Oh, Terry, it wasn't the jacket. I realize now that Chuck was in here. I've had another man deep inside me this whole time.
Sergeant Jeffords: Welcome back, Charles.
Charles: Oh, right away? It was the jacket.

Charles: Jake, piece of advice: just give up. It's the Boyle way. It's why our family crest is a white flag.

Gina: Nice jeans, Charles. Those are surprisingly low-waisted.
Charles: Eyes up here, Gina. I'm more than just a piece of ass.
Gina: Not bad. Not bad.

Charles: We buried my Nana Boyle at the family farm, but because of the soil's high salt content, she turned into jerky.

Amy: This is a dead end. Maybe I should call Seamus Murphy before it's too late.
Captain Holt: I thought we agreed that's a bad idea.
Amy: What other options do we have?
Charles: There is still the podcast.

Charles: Okay, we're looking for room 247, agent Jack Danger.
Jake: Agent Jack danger? Wow, that name is buh-dass.
Charles: Code for badass.
Jake: Yeah.
Charles: So buh-dass.

Gina: Charles, you know I legally can't answer. Do you want me to have my baby in jail?
Charles: All right, no more questions. Only statements. You are glowing. Brother to sister, you've never looked sexier.
Sergeant Jeffords: Come on, man.

Sergeant Jeffords: You know, I bet we could sell this stuff.
Charles: You really think so? [gasps] We can call our company "The Bone Boys." No! "More Bone, Less Moan." No! "Workplace Bone Buds." That's the one. I'm registering it.
Sergeant Jeffords: Ewh, we can name the company later.

Charles: I can prove it. Look up "Brooklyn detective attacked by birds." You'll see an article with a photo of me.

Jake: Actually, scratch that. We're not gonna use ski masks. We'll use cool rubber masks.
Charles: Ooh, we should be the ladies of "The First Wives Club." I call Keaton.
Jake: We're not gonna do "First Wives Club" masks.
Charles: Just because you can't be Keaton? Grow up, Jake!
Jake: No, because they don't exist. And also, yeah, Keaton is clearly the coolest one and I don't think it's really fair that you just "called her."

Charles: You talking oldest bags? Sixty-eight.
Amy: That's not that old.
Charles: No, but I was only twenty.
Jake: Were you even a cop then?
Charles: No, man. It was before I got into the academy.
Rosa: Charles isn't talking about his oldest arrest.
Everybody: Ew!

Gina: Yeah, but what's his body like on a scale of Charles to Terry?
Charles: Sorry, buddy.
Sergeant Jeffords: What? I'm the ten!
Charles: Sure you are.

Charles: Yeah, he's a little too serious. What do you think, Rosa?
Rosa: Hmm, seems cool.
Charles: Yeah, seems cool, I agree.

Adrian Pimento: Look, I've caught enough arsonists in my day to know that the owner always does it. Chuck, how's the truck been doing?
Charles: Pretty terrible.
Adrian Pimento: Hmm?
Charles: I was just saying, it's a miracle it burned down.

Charles: 'Sup?
Jake: What is happening?
Charles: Well, with the new captain coming in, this is my chance to reinvent myself. So say hello to Chuck Boyle, office badass.
Jake: Wait a minute. Is that Rosa's jacket? And follow-up question, does Rosa's jacket fit you perfectly?
Charles: [scoffs] You tell me.