Gina: The English language can not fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts. So I'm incorporating Emoji into my speech to better express myself. Winky face.

Gina: Breakups are a cartoony thumbs down. They make people feel face-with-Xs-for-the-eyes.

Jake: Fine, here's my gun and badge.
Captain Holt: I don't need those. You're not suspended yet. You're on administrative leave.
Jake: You never let me do anything cool.

Jake: Good point, Captain Holt. Or should I say Captain Raymond Sex-Vibes?

Gina: Forget your ex with meaningless sex. It rhymes because it's true.

Amy: I'm horrible at this. When can we stop?
Jake: I'm horrible at this-
Amy: I know, I know. Title of my sex tape.
Jake: Huh. Well done. Title of my sex tape.

Jake: You can't handle the me!

Jake: This whole place reeks of bacon! Well guest what? I'm going kosher! 'cause Jakey don't dig on swine.

Jake: I don't know what's gonna happen on this assignment, and if something bad goes down, I think I'd be pissed at myself if I didn't say this. I kinda wish something could happen, between us, romantic styles.

Jake: Look, let's just agree to say I'm Sorry on the count of three. One, two, three.
See? Now, I'm just disappointed in both of us.

Gina: And the very fact that you have him on trial is cat-doing- Home Alone-face.

Sergeant Jeffords: Sorry about your hand.
Charles: Thanks. It makes it really hard to manipulate my egg sack.

Jake: How did you manage to step on both of my feet at the same time?

Gina: Our friendship is little-boy holding little-girl's hand.

Jake: Ah, Commissioner Podolski. It's been a while.
Commissioner Podolski: Maybe because you haven't put any of my children in handcuffs recently.
Jake: Yay. Enemies for life.

Jake: Okay, but just so you know, I think you're both wrong. Self dismissed.

Amy: How can you not trust Holt? He's the executor of my will.

Gina: This is easy. Boyle needs a little rebound nooki. Eggplant emoji. Rosa, you wanna get on that?

Jake: I am nationally recognized foxtrotter Dave Blathis and these are my protegés; Rhonda Shawarma and Hank Franklin.

Jake: We need to blend in. Stretch your leg above your head.
Amy: What? You stretch your leg up over your head.
Jake: You don't think I wouldn't if I could?

Charles: I'm settling into the darkness nicely. (To Rosa) I definitely get you now.

Charles: Vivian is my fiance. My ex-fiance. My never-wife.

Gina: I know we're all concerned about Boyle, but again, there is a solution. Forget your ex with meaningless sex. It rhymes because it's true.

Charles: Wedding's off and this is what I'm like now. Life is a pit.
Gina: Excuse me. I don't understand. Did you already have a Matrix get-up at home for some reason?
Charles: No, Gina. I bought this with the money I was going to spend on our honeymoon to Cape Canaveral.