Captain Holt: Is Hitchcock doing okay?
Sergeant Jeffords: I think so. Wait. He's bringing his hand to his face. Don't pick your teeth. Don't pick your nose.
Captain Holt: Oh, dear, he's going to lick something off his fingers. Oh, no, he's stroking his chin. As if in thought.
Sergeant Jeffords: Not as if. He is in thought.