Jake: Tell him about the inscription.
Sergeant Jeffords: You probably don't remember, but 30 years ago, I wrote you a letter telling you how lonely and sad I was, and you sent me a book with the inscription, "We all write our own stories," and it changed my life.
D.C. Parlov: I do remember you.
Sergeant Jeffords: You do?
D.C. Parlov: I do indeed, and I'm delighted you made something of yourself. As the Cloud Rock says-
Both: "You found yourself in your struggle."
Jake: Wow.
Both: "The truth is what you came for, and you found it within your strife."
Jake: Well, that was cool.
Both: "Be brave for Tolgan."
Jake: There's more.
Both: "Tolgan the last, Tolgan the first, Tolgan."
Jake: "Tolgan." Is it over?
Sergeant Jeffords: Yes. This is the best day of my life.
Jake: You have three kids, Terry.
Sergeant Jeffords: I said what I said!
Jake: All right.

Sergeant Jeffords: You should take my minivan.
Rosa: A minivan? Ha ha.
Sergeant Jeffords: You all got a problem with my minivan? Because my wife doesn't like it either. She wanted an SUV, but those things roll, man. They roll!

Sergeant Jeffords: I'm playing Kwazy Cupcakes, I'm hydrated as hell, and I'm listening to Sheryl Crow. I've got my own party going on.

Charles: Hey, Sarge. I need someone to fill out a line up. Will you be scary Terry?
Sergeant Jeffords: Oh, I love being Scary Terry. He says what regular Terry's thinking.
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Sergeant Jeffords: This is taking too long! I'm gonna miss the farmer's market!

Captain Holt: Diaz, Santiago, settle a little tiff that Kevin and I are having.
Kevin: Let's be honest, Raymond, it's not a tiff, it's a row.
Captain Holt: And now it's a scene.

Rosa: Come on, sir, the math thing isn't the problem. Night shift's keeping you and Kevin apart. You two just need to bone.
Amy: [chuckles nervously]
Captain Holt: What did you say?
Amy: Don't say it again.
Rosa: I said you two need to bone.
Amy: [whimpers]
Captain Holt: How dare you, Detective Diaz. I am your superior officer! [shouting, five minutes later] Bone! [sternly, ten minutes later] What happens in my bedroom, Detective, is none of your business. [shouting, twenty-one minutes later] Bone?! [calmly, forty minutes later] Don't ever speak to me like that again.

Captain Holt: The Full Bullpen!