Jake: I've got you now, you son of a bitch.
Dr. Frederick Tate: Hello, Peralta. [Jake screams] You really thought you could sneak around my office without me noticing, huh?
Jake: How'd you know I was in there?
Dr. Frederick Tate: Your shampoo left an odor. I could smell you.
Jake: I knew it! You're a Hannibal.