Jake: Oh, sir, that's a dribble cup. You're dripping on yourself.
Captain Holt: Am I?
Jake: Okay. Look, I'm really sorry.
Captain Holt: No need to apologize. Your Das Doppelte Lottchen scheme worked. You manufactured a perfect romantic moment, and I allowed myself to imagine, as Kevin held my hand, that he still felt something for me. When we came back, I walked him to his room, and just as I was working up the courage to ask him to stay, he said we shouldn't spend any more time together. Well, at least now I know that my marriage is over. So thank you, Peralta. [loudly] Raymond Holt leaving the living room.