Rosa: Whoa, what happened? You know what, forget it. I'll just read Amy's notes.

Amy: Oh, my God, Rosa. I can't believe you're still here. And I can't believe Teddy looks so normal.
Rosa: I'm 'onna win you that Snoo. Slog. Snat... whatever, my brain is broken, I haven't slept in 72 hours.
Amy: You've only been doing the competition for one night.
Rosa: I mean, you're allowed to not sleep for other reasons.

Rosa: Well, you're forgetting about me. I'm also your competition.
Captain Holt: Yes, but you don't normally care about games like these.
Rosa: Well, I do care about this game. And you're gonna lose because my brains aren't made of hay. My brains are made of brains.
Captain Holt: Oh, ho. The perfect retort.

Sergeant Jeffords: We need to soften up your look. My wife and Charles's mom both donated some clothes.
Rosa: Your wife and Boyle's mom are both blind?

Captain Holt: Look. I know you're innocent, but fleeing the country is a crime. I could arrest you right here.
Rosa: Do it then. I didn't think so. The mortgage is paid off. You can give the place to whoever you want. I don't care. Actually, I do care. Don't give it to Hitchcock.

Captain Holt: Diaz, I know you're scared, but things are starting to turn around. We're on the money trail, and we just found a new lead.
Rosa: With all due respect, sir, both you and I know that none of that is gonna pan out. And you said yourself I should take action. So I am, in Argentina, surrounded by scorpions. Or not surrounded by scorpions. I'll find out when I get there.

Rosa: I can disable the security DVRs, but I need some way of getting to a station unnoticed.
Captain Holt: I have an idea on how to smuggle you in, but it'll be a tight fit.
Rosa: I'm flexible. I do a lot of yoga.
Jake: You do yoga?
Rosa: Helps keep me centered. If you ask me about it again, I'll hunt you down and rip your face off.
Jake: Okay. Great. Good plan. I won't ask you about it again.

Captain Holt: Good news. The doctors say Whelan's not gonna die.
Rosa: Thank God. I just hope he's in a lot of pain.

Rosa: I do feel pretty good. Couscous is dope. She's funny.
Charles: Couscous is a she! I knew it!
Rosa: Did you?
Charles: No, and I still don't know. There's equal chance you called them "she" to throw me off.
Rosa: You get me, Boyle.

Sergeant Jeffords: What the hell happened out there, Patrick?
Patrick: I'm really sorry. There were so many people. I-I got stage fright.
Amy: I don't get it. You had no problem singing in front of the entire precinct.
Patrick: I was drunk. Alcohol gives me the courage to sing.
Rosa: And the courage to pee on snow people.

Rosa: The problem is, Commissioner Kelly is never gonna reopen the first floor. We should just fire some of the uniforms. But not you. Uh, we couldn't survive without you, Greg, and also Greg?
James: James and Michael.

Charles: This is cruel.
Amy: Munkensmat isn't cruel. It's freeing. When you cling to these things, you cling to the past, and you don't leave room for new experiences.
Rosa: Okay, what one thing should I keep? Hatchet or Blu-ray of "The Intern"?
Amy: You can always watch "The Intern" online.
Rosa: Not the extras. There's a virtual tour of Jules's kitchen. Monster.

Rosa: Seriously, you guys should stand up once in a while. You know, for your hearts.

Rosa: So, what is this? Casual, serious? I need to know how to make fun of you.

Amy: Hey, standing desk. Look who's taking care of herself. Someone's not sitting down on the job.
Rosa: Hey. Sitting down on the job is damned hard work, and those heroes prove it every day. Mad respect.