Captain Holt: Debbie, wait. Change of plans. We're not going back to the precinct.
Officer Debbie Fogle: Are we gonna go rogue and pick up cones?
Captain Holt: Oh, we're going way more rogue than picking up cones. Listen, it's unlikely our shooter had his own hot dog cart where'd he get it from?
Officer Debbie Fogle: Please don't make me help you with this.
Captain Holt: My guess is the food cart garage just two blocks away from our crime scene, or, shall I say, 238 steps.
Officer Debbie Fogle: Don't tempt me with steps.
Captain Holt: This is a defining moment for you. You can either obey orders for the rest of your life and make no impact on the world, or stand up! And solve this case with me.
Officer Debbie Fogle: Is there a third option?
Captain Holt: Nervously tag along.
Officer Debbie Fogle: Great. I choose the nervously tag along option.