Gina: Wow, pint of milk on the rocks. Real Scully move.
Cindy Shatz: Can I help you?
Amy: Hi, we're friends of Scully's, and we're not sure why you rejected him?
Gina: Now, we know Scully's not perfect, his hands smell like clams, and, yeah, over 75% of his body has died, and-
Amy: Gina, you can stop listing things.
Gina: Point is, he's a good guy. You should give him a chance.
Cindy Shatz: I know, when I first meet him, I was intrigued, but then Mr. Confident showed up, I'm not interested in that. Confident people are mean and selfish.
Amy: Wait, you liked awkward Scully? Giraffe-heart Scully?
Cindy Shatz: Oh, my God, he has a giraffe heart? Aww, I bet it pushes on his organs.

Charles: See you in hell, partner. [Charles pushes the K-13 robot off the balconey]
[present:]
Jake: You killed her?
Charles: Her? Oh, my God, it was a her. You were replacing Amy, not me. What have I done?

Jake: Can I help you with something?
Captain Holt: I'm concerned that my presentation isn't, uh, "jazzy" enough to compete with Jeffrey's. He's such a showman.
Jake: Yeah.
Captain Holt: I'm thinking about augmenting the graphs with, um, color.
Jake: Sir.
Captain Holt: I know. I'm debasing myself. Anyway, give this to Jeffords. He's the artist. I'd like him to choose the, um-
Jake: Color?
Captain Holt: Yes.

Jake: Attention, our boss is headed this way. Everyone has to clear the hallway right now.
[The crowd grumbles]
Amy: Shh!
[The crowd is silent]
Charles: [whispering] Wow, she is great at shushing.
Jake: I know, she's like a librarian.
Rosa: You mean, like a sexy librarian?
Jake: No, a regular one.