Rosa: I'm sorry. We're screwed. I should just break up with him.
Captain Holt: No, no, no. Santiago is always on time. We only have to make small talk for-
Rosa: Eight minutes and forty-five seconds.
Captain Holt: We better keep it impersonal. Acceptable subjects include what constitutes a grain, the Hubble space telescope, orchid varietals, the birth of the transistor-
Rosa: We only have to fill eight mintues.
Captain Holt: Sure, but think about it as four hundred and eighty seconds, and you'll see why I'm concerned.
Rosa: Oh my God.