Captain Holt: Mosey forward, name in lights, butt pop. Comb your hair. Now typing motion, pull it back. Jump forward, pelvic pump.
Sergeant Jeffords: You got it! Now, all we need to do is run it all together and do it at full speed.
Captain Holt: I must say, Jeffords, this dancing is quite distracting. I've completely forgotten that we're trapped here in this death box inspected by Bozo Beverly between clown shows.
Sergeant Jeffords: You know what, sir? I don't think you are thrusting your butt enough before the name in lights.
Captain Holt: Yes, yes. I felt that. God, I love that note. [exhales] Back to the top. I'll count us in. Five, six, seven, eight.