Captain Holt: Freeze!
Jake: Captain! Captain!
Captain Holt: He's not getting away! He took my dog!
[Captain Holt jumps on top of Kingston's car]
Jake: Oh, my God. It's happening!
[While clinging onto the roof of Kingston's car, Holt disarms him of his pistol. Kingston breaks hard, hurling Holt of the roof. Kingston gets out, kicks Holt's gun away and flicks out a switchblade]
Captain Holt: Aah! Oh, I see you have a knife. But what you need is an umbrella.
Jake: Tell him why. Tell him why!
Captain Holt: 'Cause there's a [bleep]storm gonna rain down on you, punk!
[Holt and Kingston fight]
Jake: My goodness.
[The fight continues]
Captain Holt: You took the wrong fluffy boy! [knockout blow] He's done, cuff him.