Rosa: Anyone over the age of six celebrating a birthday should go to hell.

Captain Holt: Don't count your gross fish babies before they've hatched, Madeline.

Rosa: I knew just where to punch it to get free food. Now I'll have to go back to punching Hitchcock.

Gina: Sir! I'm coming with you.
Captain Holt: Thank you, Gina.
Scully: I'm also coming.
Captain Holt: Not necessary.

Gina: You can't leave us.
Captain Holt: Madeline's not some invincible succubus. She's a regular succubus and she can be defeated.

Jake: Who do you think it's gonna be?
Sergeant Jeffords: I've no idea.
Hitchcock: I bet it's me. I just hope I'm ready.

Captain Holt: I am sorry for getting so emotional.
Jake: Pretty consistent tone, actually.
Captain Holt: These have been the - These have been the best years of my career.
Jake: Oh no, this is new.
Captain Holt: And I know that everyone of you gave me everything you had. And I will never forget it.
Jake: Go back to being Robo-Captain.
Captain Holt: Meep-morp. Zeep. Dismissed.

Rosa: That will never happen. In fact, you've just lost Rosa privileges. From now on, you can call me Diaz or Hey You.

Jake: Let me just start by saying this machine is the best restaurant in Brooklyn. And it always had a table for me.

Gina: Amateur. Always say your insults to someone's face. No paper trail.

Madeline Wuntch: So you've got an audience for this spectacle?
Captain Holt: Yes, well, who wouldn't want to see a man fight a crocodile.

Jake: In the immortal words of Amy Santiago, girlfriend please!

Madeline Wuntch: How did you get this?
Gina: (over intercom) Gina and Terry got this, you grackle.

Jake: My C.I. says that tonight Augustine will be handing off the laptop to a buyer from China, a.k.a. the Land of Dragons.
Captain Holt: Make sure that phrase is not in your official report.
Jake: Okay, sorry. The country of dragons.

Rosa: Don't lie to me, Boyle, or you will be eating your bone marrow custard through a straw.