Sergeant Jeffords: Fine. Jake stinks, but I can play.
Captain Holt: Yes, but you have a rather unfortunate tell: your right breast.
[flashback]
Sergeant Jeffords: Oh, no. My cards are terrible. (Terry's right breast visibly twitching)
Captain Holt: Sure they are.
[present]
Sergeant Jeffords: Dammit, Eugene, you sold me out!