Captain Holt: You move well. Must be all the extra legs, you crab.
Madeline Wuntch: Don't you find this exhausting?
Captain Holt: Thinking of fresh insults? Not at all, you coffin cave mold beetle.
Madeline Wuntch: I meant our relationship. Aren't you tired of the rivalry? We fight and we fight, and nothing changes. But we're really not so different.
Captain Holt: I suppose we were close once. Remember Brighton Beach?
Madeline Wuntch: 1,200 kilos of heroin in an abandoned subway tunnel. How could I forget?
Captain Holt: The largest drug bust in NYPD history pulled off by a most unlikely duo.
Madeline Wuntch: A woman, and a gay, black detective.
Captain Holt: No, I meant a human and a rotted jack-o'-lantern.
Madeline Wuntch: Don't be so hard on yourself. You weren't all the way rotted back then.