Jake: Okay, I smoothed things over with Madeline, and she's agreed to rejoin the Suicide Squad.
Captain Holt: Oh, goody gumdrops. But do we even need her? What does she bring to the table?
Madeline Wuntch: 30 years of police experience.
Captain Holt: I have 33.
Madeline Wuntch: I earned a Police Combat Cross.
Captain Holt: I have a Medal of Honor.
Madeline Wuntch: I own the record for most arrests as a uniformed officer in NYPD history.
Captain Holt: You got me there of course, I never spent much time in uniform because I was promoted to detective after one month.
Madeline Wuntch: They're not allowed to do that. It's against the rules.
Captain Holt: It's also against the rules to let a pile of worms wear a uniform, and yet here you stand.

Rosa: All you have to do is say a few nice comments during the memorial.
Captain Holt: As God said when Wuntch tried to sneak past the gates into heaven, "It ain't happening, honey."
Rosa: [cackles]

Amy: Captain, how are you feeling?
Captain Holt: Better today. I even managed to eat some plain toast this morning.
Amy: Smart. Something bland.
Captain Holt: That's my favorite breakfast.

Amy: Maybe we should talk about deets for the case. Plan our next move. Grab some chow.
Captain Holt: No need. I brought these. Nutrition bricks. I have original no flavor, and whole wheat no flavor.

Jake: Hitchcock, can you top it?
Hitchcock: Mine has mother's hospital bed.
Amy: Okay, Scully?
Scully: I got this one red door I've never been able to open and I hear screams behind it sometimes. But it's probably just the wind.
Jake: Okay, that's actually too scary.

Madeline Wuntch: Oh, Raymond, that you came to me to ask for help shows how much you've matured. You know what else shows how much you've matured? Your withered face.
Captain Holt: Now I know why you refer to this as a Suicide Squad, Peralta, because I already want to kill myself.
Madeline Wuntch: Why don't you wait a week? You'll probably die of old age.
Captain Holt: The only way I'm going to die is if you touch me with one of your bony fingers and drag me across the River Styx, you reaper.

Amy: Oh, wait. Before we decide Scully, what's your basement like?
Scully: Bunch of old Victorian wallpaper that came with the house. I tried to peel it off, but the wall underneath was covered with fingernail scratches.
Amy: Ooh.