Charles: I was at the grocery store buying goose feet for Nikolaj's dinner.

Jake: Hi-do-ho there, Charlie old boy. Come have a seat.
Charles: Beanbags? But these are happy seats. Why are you happy? Oh, my God, you figured out how to save the precinct. [gasps] You got a juicy case. You juiced this mama.

Amy: Charles said he loved them.
Charles: I'm a text-book people pleaser. I have a serious problem.
This was great, though. You must be so proud.

Charles: Oh, I think I swallowed a bunch of stranger hair. Ugh!

Gina: You tried both pies, you know mine is better. But you're scared to tell Rosa because you're into her.
Charles: What? That is not true. Okay. I don't even like food.
Gina: What?
Charles: Who's Rosa? You're the scared one!

Jake: And Boyle, as requested, you will be the deuce. Although, I still think you should reconsider that codename.
Charles: No. Deuce. It's like ace but twice as cool.
Jake: It is not. It's a turd.

Charles: Gina and I are casual lovers.
Jake: Urgh.
Amy: Yeuck.
Gina: Eww.

Charles: Oh, she's so pretty. She looks like the woman on an olive oil bottle.

Sergeant Jeffords: We searched everywhere. No hacker.
Charles: Maybe he camouflaged himself. Maybe he's a real-life Peeta Mellark, out there - looking like a river rock.

Charles: *gasp*
Sorry. Just point at me when you want me to gasp.
Jake: Will do.

Charles: Guys, without Gina, we'll never be able to bend Cyber to our will.
So we need to change tactics. We need to woo them with the international language of friendship. Pork.